~ The Miracle of A Shooting Star ~

Seated on a bench in a park, one late evening, Hannah felt her world was crumbling. She wished that the earth would swallow her up and be gone in this world in just a snap of the fingers. In any way she would think about what has been happening to her lately, she thought she had been cursed. Life has became so harsh on her the past couple of weeks. But how could fate be so callous on her? She didn't know or was not aware that she had done wrong against anyone?

Reality check. But Hannah felt saturated with all the odds and ends in life. A failing marriage, friends leaving her one by one, financial chaos and the list seemed endless. She felt there's no one to run to. Her struggles were beyond compare. She wished to have a shoulder to cry on. But it seemed there was none good enough.

Now she wished to deviate from reality. Can she do it? Alone in the park, like a thunderbolt, she suddenly realized she has to finally prepare for her dissertation in her Ph.D degree. Tomorrow she will be scrutinized and her thesis dissected by a panel. After finishing her doctorate degree, she will assume as Campus Executive Officer in a prestigious university.

Then she prayerfully looked up the sky to identify any star that would twinkle and smile at her. A star that will give her hope and strength to face the coming days ahead. And suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, she saw a shooting star. She knew even as a child that once you see a shooting star, you can make a wish and it will come true. Without hesitation, she closed her eyes and made a wish.

After a few moments, she gathered her bag and books in hand, stood up and made a last wish. She thanked God  and left for home with a spring in her walk in that cool, misty evening, armed with a new hope, courage and optimism that everything will be alright with her soon. She realized that  God answered her prayer through the miracle of  a shooting star and that  He is the best shoulder to lean and cry  on.

Written for Thursday Tales (Tale #2)
Linked to 3WW (Prompts: Deviate, Identify, Saturate)
Also posted at Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Photo Courtesy: Luca-de-Bellis