It doesn’t hurt to dream big

Connor looked up at the marquee sign that stood, bright against the starlit sky, over the entrance of the theater. He grinned, spinning to face his wife. “Someday,” he said, “My name is going to be up there – as the writer of one the movies they have playing here.”

Ceinwyn arched an eyebrow at him. “Is that so?” she said. She frowned, just a little bit. “That’s not going to be an easy thing to do, Connie. It might take years of hard work and many disappointments.”

Shaking his head, Connor looked up at the sign again. “I’m ready for the disappointments and I’m not afraid of hard work.” He gave his wife a sidelong glance. “I’ll shoot for the moon. Then, even if I only get to soar with eagles, I’ll have still achieved something.”

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