By Wakefield Mahon

“The yard is full of them, how will you know which one, Sally?”
“I’ll know.”
Timmy shrugged. At the wise old age of eight, his sister knew far more than he. “What do we do?”
“We blow off the seeds and wish really hard.”
“And then daddy will come home?”
“If we do it right.”

8/1/2012 09:50:39 am

I've always liked the idea of dandelion wishes. Very pretty bit of micro-fiction.

8/1/2012 12:53:23 pm

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for stopping by!


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