I blow on a dandelion and one thousand wishes are born. One wish guides a lost soldier home. One wish cures cancer. One reunites lovers across the grave.
I carefully pluck all of the wishes from the sky and tuck them into my pocket.
They are my wishes, after all.
Lila is an aspiring writer living in the wild Canadian foothills. She is writing this while getting a laptop-shaped sunburn on her leg.
After all, why not? Why shouldn’t I keep them?
Thank you for commenting on my story :)
I love this :)
Thank you very much :)
God save the wishes…and Lila for saving them, too ❤️
Where else can we find your work, Lila?
Hi there, I’m so glad to hear that you enjoyed this! This is actually the first time I have been published, so I don’t have any other work available. I appreciate your support anyways!