"Grandma, it's a wishing flower!"
Hazel plucked the dandelion from the side of the path and pinched the stem between her tiny fingers. Closing her eyes tightly, she conjured the biggest wish she could and gently blew the flower through pursed lips, releasing weightless magical seeds into the breeze.
She smiled hopefully and squeezed her grandmother's hand as they continued down the gravel trail. Rounding a large bend, they were met by a never-ending field of fluffy white dandelions.
"It came true!" Hazel gasped.
They spent the rest of the afternoon lingering in a field of wishes.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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