The unicorn occasionally visits Sarah in her garden [under a shining moon]. Whispers: tell me of your dreams. Your fretful moments. Speak truly, so I might soften one burden.
Restore peace to my quarrelling parents? Sarah muses.
Straighten friend Abby’s deformed foot?
Sarah broods, under the stubborn weight of fairness.
Gary Thomson [hesitantly] believes in unicorns.
Belief in unicorns? Then maybe a belief in miracles…and both wishes will come true.
Hi Kelsey
Unicorns + miracles = significant weight of faith, no? Still, better than the alternatives, like hopelessness, despair, despondency…
Thx for initial comment