The Wish, Unspoken
The kitchen table
The smoke hung a moment after she blew out the candles, and her brother squeezed his eyes shut as if the wish were his to make too. Nobody moved to eat yet. The icing had already begun to slide.
The kitchen table
The smoke hung a moment after she blew out the candles, and her brother squeezed his eyes shut as if the wish were his to make too. Nobody moved to eat yet. The icing had already begun to slide.