“What are you looking at?”
“The sky. Back in the village, you could see stars. Large ones and glittering.”
“Just wait for a few days.”
Sure enough, in three days the festivities began. The sky lit up — not just with the glowing white stars the young boy was accustomed to but also ones of various colours.
The photo prompt has been given by Ted Strutz at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Bernadette Braganza 
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