She saw a falling star and made a wish. But it was probably only a piece of space junk and the wish negated. Tons of junk were in orbit and sometimes stray pieces drifted too close to the boundary between turbulence and calm, falling to Earth if they survived the inferno. All the time falling.
If it's Friday it's time for flash fiction in 55. Visit the G-Man, the maestro of Flash, to read more.
TGIF. May the rains stop and the water recede.