Wish and Wish and Wish
8 min readApr 23, 2020
A short story.
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.
