A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Wish

“Did you see that?” Cara asked, her head tilted back, looking up at the sky.

Travis followed her gaze, but it was just the thick brownish clouds of the sky cover above them. “No.”

“I saw a shooting star.” There was a wonderment in her voice that he hadn’t’ heard before.

“I’m sorry I missed it.” It was impossible to see stars, shooting or otherwise. It had probably been a peeper, maybe an ignition, but it couldn’t have been star stuff. “Did you make a wish?”

She laughed. “You don’t believe in that, do you?”

“What could it hurt?”

Cara smiled at him, warm and young, and then looked back up at the cloud sky. “Yeah, I made a wish.”

Travis nodded. “Good.” Wishing on an ignition hadn’t caught on yet, but really, what could it hurt?



by | Mar 4, 2011