"There used to be stars?" the young Dewyne gapped at the blacken heavens. The usual green-orange smog unusually clear for 3pm's black hazy afternoon.
"Yep, stars and a moon and yer could even see the other celestial bodies with little goggles called binoculars. Aint that a beat?" Alinor storied proudly as if reciting verbatim what she's watched on the VBB Vanity Bone Broadcast channels, not exactly correct but not exactly caring because he was impressed and that’s all that mattered in a boyfriend.
"What happened then? Where'd they go?" his yellowed jaundice eyes widened for Alinor's wisdom then rolled.
"Yer don’t know?! E'erbody with a brain knows" she teases "but I'll tell yer."
Dewyne started to lose interest from the carrot-dangling Alinor always seemed to do before telling a long winded story about historical events. He feigned interest as he plopped a flash frozen dragonfly in between his molars, grinding a pop of dust from its carapace then began smacking his lips to draw spit to percolating it in, pooling from his cheeks and threatening to leak out.
"Kay then tell me." Dewyne stares at Alinor as she swells up, pulling space between the gunk in her lung sacks enough to tell the whole tale in one go.
"Yer ever heard of the potter that made stars?" Alinor prefaced redundantly.
"No, iffen I aint knew there were no stars up there then how would I know, stupid" a dragonfly wing whack-a-moling out of the gaps in his teeth accusatorially as if to poke fun of her dunceness.
"Well I aint telling you then, because yer disrespectful, it is a good historical learning, Dewyne, and yer gonna be dumb forever like the way you are." Alinor hmph'd crossing her arms as if it was a shame he would miss her enlightenment. The sudden excess of air breathing up the crud in her lungs, throwing her into a coughing fit.
Prompts: Dewyne, few teeth, vanity bone, dutiful, starlight
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