She observed him from her television screen. His face was gaunt and his eyes bags were more prominent. He was shadow of his former self up. She wanted very much to spruce him up. Her psychotic mind began racing. He had always been far away, a speck in the distance, like a star and how bright stars shine. She left the house and returned soon after with a tub of kerosene and lighter. The girl drenched him with the liquid, ignoring his protests, and lit the lighter. She stood back, watching the flames springing up and enclosing his body in a fiery embrace as he shrieked in agony. She was captivated by the blinding blaze. He was, she thought, shining like the star he was. The girl smiled and giggled in demonic glee and delirium of being a fan of this brilliantly illuminated star.