“What a thoughtful birthday gift,” I smiled.
Cindy grinned, “You put the wishing stone in your left hand and make a wish.”
After she left, I decided I’d try, “I wish I had tonight’s Lotto numbers.”
My right hand grew heavy. Suddenly it was in my hand, tomorrow’s newspaper and the results.
“I wish I had this when I was a kid,” I said without thinking.
A dummy appeared in my right hand. The room grew large.
“Goo!”
My class re-entered the room, “Look at the cute baby!”
I realised I was a baby too young yet to speak, the stone too big for my hand.
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