“I wish to be a famous dancer!”
“I wanna be a millionaire!”
“I want to build the world’s first robotic house!”
They all turned to their silent friend.
“What do you wish for, Chelsea?”
“I can’t tell.”
Shrugging, they watched the comet pass, carrying their wishes. It would return in ten years’ time, granting them what they had asked.
Carly would be a dancer.
Tanner would be rich.
Edward would be building robots.
And Chelsea? She didn’t know. How could the comet possibly turn her into a cosmic fairy able to soar through the night sky as it did?
What do you wish for today?
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Ha ha. Time.
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aw how sweet… a cosmic fairy. Just imagine, if you were, how that would go down at the bring a parent to school day? You aren’t are you? I mean, that would be so rude of me, not to recognise your essential magical characteristics from your writing. You might think me fairyist. I’ve had the diversity training. With wands and dust and spells and all sorts.
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I don’t know… You come across slightly fairyist to me. Good thing I’m still earning those wings.
I’d definitely use some fairy sleeping powder at parent conferences, some time-speed ones, too.
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Ha, that takes me back. Most embarrassing? Dozed off at a parents evening while listening to daughter’s German teacher drone on about participles or such like. The dozing wasn’t so much the issue as the snort waking up.
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You must’ve forgotten to snort in the right verb tense.
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Why not, why not? If you don’t dream, how will it ever come true?
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🙂 Gravity?
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Bah! Who cares about mundane things like that.
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Usually my body, when I fall and get bruised….
Guess I need to wait for wings to grow first.
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It’s never easy being the silent imaginative one in the bunch! You can catch a comet’s tail in writing, fly between words, and soar beyond what others can dream. So maybe it did grant your wish!
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Thanks, Charli! ❤ Writing is pretty much the only way I fly.
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