The observatory needed upgrading. I arranged for the grounds to be landscaped, the walls painted, the plumbing updated, the décor freshened, and the roof replaced. I oversaw teams of maintenance people as they polished up the facility until it achieved a rocket-skin sheen. When they were finished, I spent a full day and night inspecting their work. I found almost no flaws. What few imperfections I did observe, I let go. I was, after all, a forgiving person, an expansive person. When I completed my inspection, I remembered the stars. I looked up. Don’t feel neglected, I whispered to them.
Mario who?I'm a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Pacific Northwest on Missoula Flood soil. I post my 100-word short shorts here on an intermittent basis.
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