Owen Skywalker Novels & Stories

He stares at me blankly. “We need to talk, Cam,” I whisper. “I have nothing to say to you.” My breath catches, and the screen door slams shut behind me. I turn to see Owen walk out. My eyes turn to Cameron and his face drops in horror. Owen is the image of his father. The same dark hair with a curl. Same eyes. Same skin. I rub the top of Owen’s head. “Owen, baby. I’d like you to meet my friend.” Owen smiles up at Cameron.

“Why do you ask?” “I need to buy something from there,” I explained. “You should go ahead first.” I stepped back and noticed the hesitation in Owen’s eyes. Confused by his expression, I tilted my head slightly. He glanced up at the skies for a moment before letting out a small sigh. “It looks like it’s going to rain soon.” “What do you mean?” I chuckled, following his gaze to the heavens. “The skies are dark, but they’re perfectly clear, and the stars are shining bright.”