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(Orion is located in the bottom left of the image, from just above the trees to the brighter yellow star situated above the ‘belt.’)
She canvasses the stitching of our worn blanket with her deft hands. It pauses on my needlecraft, a patchwork nest of threads that often catch on our toes. Her fingers trapped in orbit, she calls it Rigel as she traces its flairs and my clumsiness.
I reach further ahead to an ornate cradle of colorful cords. It dwarfs the dawdled bauble she inspects, in both scope and skill. After naming it Betelgeuse, we share a schoolyard snicker before moving along imagined lines.
She identifies Mintaka before my fingers find Altinak. She runs its course underneath her careful nail. Simple horizontal strips to my imperceptive eyes, she corrects me, feeling the complex cinches our eldest daughter inlayed. Touching Altinak, I’m relieved they both took after her.
Meeting in the middle, our hands wander just above her belt. Caressing the space between our stars, we predict the design of the buckle Alnalim.
Originally an entry for Issue 138 of AdHoc Fiction, cued by the prompt word ‘Belt.’ Or ‘Buckle.’ I forgot which by the time I decided to keep tabs on my entries. Anyway, feel free to check their site if you’re interested in participating in their contests as a vote(s)-wielding reader and/or contributing writer.