I walk down the driveway and sit on the curb to wait for Stella. As I look up at the sky, I can see two stars starting to pierce what’s left of the sun’s glow. Then I witness a shooting star fly almost as far as the eastern sky is from the west. Shooting stars always amaze me, but this one was almost bionic…faster, stronger, bigger. So I decide to make a wish out loud. “I wish…I wish that life were easier. I wish that things weren’t so hard all the time. I wish this bloody curse would lift already, so I can get just on with enjoying life. You know what, star? I also wish I knew what the hell to write next about Janet. I wish things would fall into place in her life, too. Then my book would have relevance and direction, and maybe, just maybe, someday, tons of people would read it. Well, stars…maybe that’s all too much to ask for.”
“What’s too much, hun?” Stella asks, as she approaches me on the curbside.
I pause for a minute and decide to play the love card instead of the pity card. As I stand up and put my arm around her, I say, “You’re too much, my love.”
“Oh, am I now?” she asks, wanting to believe me.
“You really are, you know,” I reply.
I’ll worry about real life tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll just enjoy my wife and maybe a butter pecan ice cream, too.