“It isn’t ready, the firework man says, and today, to appease the onlookers, he places a different device on the ground and lights its long and elegant fuse, which garners anticipation with its slow and sensual burn. It erupts in a beautiful fountain of cascading blue flames to immediate cheers and merrymaking and the ignition of the paper star man’s paper stars, as the firework man knew would happen, being the worthy competitor that he is. He didn’t anticipate, however, the paper stars transforming into weightless flakes of star-shaped ash and getting caught in the upward draft caused by their own burning and, still garlanded, drifting up, glowing red, and becoming an endless ladder to the sky.”
from Paper Star Man written by
@colinlodewick
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