It didn’t matter how long it took John to get back from the liquor store.
His parents would beat him with a belt for being so slow.
So, he’d sit on the curb and watch the stars.
And when he saw a shooting star, he’d made a wish.
One day, that wish came true.
The house was gone. Just a flaming crater.
Years later, he made a ring from the meteorite.
Proposed to his girlfriend with it.
She handed it back.
Nobody’s seen John since them.
Not at school, not at church, not at graduation.
Maybe he made another wish?