“If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?” Her voice captivated her audience as if we were on thinning strings and her fingers cultivated our emotions.
“A star,” someone answered in the distance, rocking in the steel chair as it scraped the dusty ground.
“Why?”
“Stars are flawless. Stars fall to make others’ wishes to come true. I wish someone wished for me.”
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
