The legend goes that anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes will be granted a wish by the Gods. Kira, however, always preferred stars, which is how she ended up with tiny colorful origami stars dotting the clean white sheets of her bed.
“Whoa, someone’s been busy,” Kai, her twin brother, stepped into the room with a jello cup in each hand. “I’ve got strawberry and lemon, you wanna call dibs?”
“Not now.” Kira waved her brother away with a long strip of bright yellow paper. “I’ve only got 607 stars folded.”
“Only 607? Oh no, whatever will we do with so few stars?” Kai teased, gently prying the origami paper out of his sister’s hands and replacing it with a strawberry jello cup. “Eat, Kira.”
“Fine, but you keep folding!”
Kai had just finished folding the 699th paper star when the machine hooked up to Kira’s heart flat-lined.
The first thing Kira heard was her heartbeat. Steady. Normal.
The second thing was “Hi, little angel. How do you like your wings?”
Kira’s eyes shot open. Instantly, she felt a weight between her shoulders. “But-my stars-I didn’t finish folding them.”
“We made an exception for you, little angel.”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Word Count: 199.