Wish and Wish and Wish

A short story.

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash

I wished. I wished on stars. Dandelions. 11:11. Eyelashes when they would fall off and land gently on my cheek. Day after day, wish after wish, asking for things to just get better, as if some cosmic entity would hear my pleas and decide that I was the one poor soul in this world that they wanted to help.

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Abby Jaquint

Novelist/student. 22 years old. I write about writing and mental health. Check me out on Amazon or Barnes and Noble!