Spoiler
Well, continuing with my theme of trying to write tender, sensitive writing, here is my next piece.
“Wanna make a wish?” He proffers the wishbone.
I consider him for a moment. Usually this is for me and my brother. But Sam isn’t here.
“Sure.” I grasp the other end.
I wish for Dad to get his wish.
I close my eyes as I pull.
Snap.
I look down at my hand. I have the big half.
