“The edge of our known universe…” Edith pondered as she looked out to the horizon, taking a sip of lemonade whilst taking a break from filming. Malcolm sat in the foldable chair beside her, admiring a different view.
“You’re doing it again,” Edith smiled, without altering her gaze “I can feel your eyes, you know?”
“I know… and that’s the view I’m looking for,” Malcolm said softly, “it brightens even the brightest of days.”
Edith pulled her eyes away from the horizon, and looked at Malcolm who was struggling to take something from his pocket.
“Just one more thing would make you shine even brighter…” he said, now struggling to open a small box.
Posted for Six Sentence Stories, where the prompt word this week is ‘Edge’.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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