Buying Stars
R. V. E. Hall
There was nothing for miles but half-naked desert mountains and a mostly-empty interstate. The late-September night air blew against her skin as she lay in the back of her boyfriend’s pickup truck on a 200-acre ranch for sale. He had his arms wrapped around her, pulling her in tight.
“I wish we could do this more often,” he whispered in her ear. “When you’re relaxed like this, you’re more beautiful than the stars and smell better than the fruit of a cactus.”
“You’re so weird,” she giggled as she scooched in close to him. “Maybe if we buy all the stars, we can take them home with us and do this every night.”
“That sounds lovely.” A smile grew across his face, stretching from ear to ear like a racoon in the night, as he reached behind him to grab the blanket t
