“What ya lookin’ for Dad?”
“If I’m lucky son I’ll shoot a meteor shower.”
“Wow. Do they happen often Dad?
“Nope. But there’ll be stars.”
“Can your camera take them. They’re so little and so far away. Perhaps you should take the ceiling in my bedroom. I’ve stuck stars on it.”
“Nope. I want stars filmed in the great outdoors.”
“Take the sun then. Its a star but its big and bright and there in daylight.”
“Cause it’d damage your eyes son.”
“But there are lots of medical advances these days Dad. They could probably fix them.”
In response to Rochelle Wiseoff- Fields who hosts Friday Fictioneers and to Ted Strutz for providing the photo for the prompt.