It was like she let loose a hurricane upon the delicate white seeds. They twirled through the humid air in slow motion.
One wish, she thought, plucking another flower from its dandelion forest, Just one.
As her wish blew off of the pit of the flower. It all began to shift, spinning in the slow humid breeze. The wishing over, but the dream was far from won.
Wrote May 2017
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Short StoryA collection of short works each of which was inspired by writing prompts. Enjoy! Original Works by J.R. Winchester
