It is a deceptively simple tale in which an astronomical analogy allows a timid woman to reveal her feelings to the man she loves.
It is a rare mix of elegance and eloquence.
And it's just fifty-five words long.
She loved him.
He didn’t know.
She wanted to tell him. She didn’t know how.
“Isn’t it sad”, she said, “how the stars are so cold and the sun so warm.”
“The stars,” he said,”are farther away.”
“Can they get closer?”
“Yes,” she said.
He looked at her.
And there was light.
WILLIAM S. HOWE
from The World’s Shortest Stories Of Love And Death compiled and edited by Steve Moss and John M. Daniel.