“Hello little star, are you awake?” Emma whispers through the panels of the door to the mud brick lamb pen where she had rolled the wounded star several days ago.
The soft golden light inside beats a steady rhythm as a response, provoking a smile to cross Emma’s face. Crouching beside the door, Emma thinks back to how she had discovered the injured star while searching for a wayward lamb.
Blackened and battered, the tiny star had plummeted to earth after being knocked out of the heavens. Her heart filled with compassion, Emma rolled the flickering star into the safety of the lamb pen before the rising sun could weaken it further. Continue reading “Little Star and the Shepherdess” by Peter Foote | Short Story Winner