Wishing Won’t Make It Better, by Johann Lux

(F.F.F. Website Story)

“I got tired of hearing her wishing out loud for things,” Jack said. “And, how she got her 400 pound butt on the roof of the building is another mystery.”

Jack asked if I was a cop.

“No,“ I shook my head. “She landed on my motorcycle.”

“Bet you wish you hadn’t parked there,” Jack grinned.

“I saw you push her. My office is just across the street,” I confessed.

“I wish you hadn’t seen or said that,” Jack squirmed.

“It haunts me. Does it haunt you?” I asked.

“Yeah, sometimes, like now…I wish she could fly,” Jack lamented.


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