"If you could wish for something magical, what would you wish for?" Jeff asks Nora as he enters the kitchen.
Jeff has been gone all day, helping a friend fix the plumbing in his basement. There's no "Hello," or "How was your day?" Just Jeff, in the doorway, asking about magic. "It can't be about yourself," he continues. "I mean, like making yourself immortal. Or about world peace. It has to be—"
"Talking dogs," Nora says.
You can wish for something magical. What do you wish for?
1 comment:
fairies that come to fairy homes
exact right mix of childhood magic with appreciation for outdoors and mystery
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