Maren’s golden curls draped loosely on her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes gazed at the boy she knew was her true love.
He hadn’t noticed her so she made the first move, “Ground control to Major Tom.”
Tom looked up angrily from his mission task, his epaulets glinting in sunlight.
“Go away! You can’t be in space.”
Momentarily upset by the rebuff, Maren had an idea.
“Major Tom, it’s Princess Leia. Please save me from Darth Vader.”
Tom’s eyes lit up, “Okay, I’ll rescue you.”
They passed the afternoon fighting aliens. Maren may be only five but she knew the way to this boy’s heart.