Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on June 16, 2014
“Make a wish,” my mother whispered.
I blew out the candles and watched the brief smoke wisps that floated up from the blackened wicks, wondering why I’d even bothered.
Mindlessly I ate my half of the little cake, and my mother, a smile plastered awkwardly on her face, ate the other half.
I was only four, but I knew my wish could do nothing.
He wasn’t coming back.
(Wanting to write but lacking inspiration, I went looking for writing challenges on WordPress blogs. I came across Five Sentence Fiction and decided to give it a shot. I hope you liked it.)