September’s story is “Three Wish Habit.” (Story is rated PG-13.)
I swallow hard. I can’t afford three wishes. I had trouble finding the cash for one. But I can’t go away empty-handed, either. Anyone who’s had a wish would understand. When you wish for something and it comes to you, there’s this feeling of power–a rush of blood, a racing of adrenalin. A high, dizzy feeling, like you can do anything, anything at all. And the best part is that you can.
This one was very much a “what if” story for me–what if wishes were illegal, and could be bought and sold on streetcorners?