Rhonda found herself wishing for things. Many of her conversations began with the phrase: “I just wish that-”
It could be prompted by politics, sometimes climate change, frequently global catastrophes.
This bothered her. After all, wishing was senseless and actually futile. If repeated desiring the same outcome? Insanity.
Once when Rhonda was little, she found herself at the bottom of the stairs. Instead of a short legged, laborious climb, she wished herself to the top. That recollection had never faded.
She was secretly convinced everyone must get a single lifetime wish. Rhonda just wished she had saved hers for later.
It could be prompted by politics, sometimes climate change, frequently global catastrophes.
This bothered her. After all, wishing was senseless and actually futile. If repeated desiring the same outcome? Insanity.
Once when Rhonda was little, she found herself at the bottom of the stairs. Instead of a short legged, laborious climb, she wished herself to the top. That recollection had never faded.
She was secretly convinced everyone must get a single lifetime wish. Rhonda just wished she had saved hers for later.
