“…and they lived happily ever after.”
The little girl’s eyes opened.
“I thought you were asleep.” Her father smiled at her.
“Papa, it’s not the end of the story.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, they got married. Did they have babies? That’s their story, too.”
“When do you think a story ends?”
She frowned. “Maybe not until all the people who knew them die.”
“What about the people we still remember, like Mozart or Aristotle? No one is still alive who knew them, but they still have an impact on people who are alive now.”
“Their stories aren’t done yet.” She thought for a moment. “Maybe I’ll do something that means my story goes on forever.”
“Maybe so.” He kissed her forehead. “G’night, bug.”
For the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this week, Barb Black gave me this prompt: This isn’t the end of the story. and I gave Bewildered Bug this prompt: As she watched, the lizard slowly crept over his arm.