Abigail walked cautiously over to the wishing well and peered around her. Then she quickly turned her head back to face the water. She glanced at her watch. The rough leather strap who's loose and hung limply on her arm. The big brass numbers inside the clock face gleamed like the polished buttons on an officer's coat. This was one of the only items that Abigail had left from her parents. It had been her dad's before he had passed away.
Abigail stared intently at the water and gave it a long and hard look before speaking her wish. Her voice wasn't shaky, although she looked so fragile at that moment that it seemed like the slightest touch might break her.
"I want my parents back."
A single teardrop, like the morning dew on a blade of grass ran down her cheek. She choked back a sob and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She knew that the well probably contained no magic at all but she had to try. She turned her back and began to walk through the forest.
The branches swayed in the wind whispering dark secrets, never to be heard by anyone but the people who listen and these people are rare. The gnarled tree trunks twisted their way to her but she continued to walk. The nocturnal animals had begun to come out, eyes gleaming unnaturally in the darkness. Abigail ignored it all. There was only thing she cared about. Her wish.
As she began to near the orphanage, she broke out into a run. The rusted metal gates were closing fast in front of her but she slipped through at the last minute. She must have stayed out longer than she thought. She grabbed hold of the ivy that hung on the side of the building and steadily made her way up it. She climbed through the second floor window and landed on her bed, just as the clock struck midnight.
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Wishing for the Dead
RandomWhen someone you love has died you're always wishing for them back even though you know that it isn't possible. Although, sometimes, maybe they do but not always in the ways that you might expect.
