By Alison Ogilvie-Holme
Eyes closed, I make a wish before extinguishing the candles.
“Wow! All in one breath! Your wish may actually come true.”
“Fat chance!” I say, “I wished that I wasn’t turning forty today.”
Laughter abounds. My husband cuts the cake, handing the first piece to the aging birthday girl/woman. Where did the years go? I glance around the room at loved ones, noting the clock. Exactly two minutes until my official time of birth.
Devouring chocolate bliss. Prickles course my arm. Dizziness. Sweat dripping like melting wax. I clutch my chest then hit the ground in regret. Farewell to forty.
Oh, be careful of what you wish. Good story.
Adelaide
Thanks, Adelaide!
Wow! I’ll never make those kind of comments again! Great story, terrific ending.
Thank you, Dianne!
Perfect!
Thanks, Vivian!
Great story Alison – be careful what you wish for…just a reminder. Bravo
stella
Thank you, Stella!
wow brilliant
Thank you!
Be careful of what you wish for!
Great story! I’ll never blow all the candles out at once again
Thanks, Patti!