As many of you know, for the past several years, I have been participating in the weekly flash fiction challenges at the Carrot Ranch. The challenges have begun again with a few changes for 2022. I intend to continue responding to the prompts as often as I can. I hope many of you will join in too. Charli Mills, writer-extraordinaire and convener of the challenges, explains the new format in her first prompt post for 2022. Head over there to check out the details if you are interested in joining in future prompts.
Charli’s prompt for this week was to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about “the wish I made.” Whose wish is it and how does it fit into the story? What kind of wish? Go where the prompt leads!
You can read all responses to the prompt in the collection at the Carrot Ranch when they are published each Wednesday. This week’s collection will be published next Wednesday 2 February.
For me, the prompt is an interesting coincidence as I’ve been working on a couple of stories about wish fairies (when I should be writing about a sorcerer’s apprentice — just can’t seem to get these prompts right). This story is nothing like the other stories I’m working on but relates to the warning ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ Spoiler alert — it doesn’t have a happy ending. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
The Wish Penny
Patsy was always wishing for something.
I wish I had a smaller nose.
— luxurious curls.
— a rainbow tutu.
And her wishes always came true. After all, she was a wish fairy.
As soon as one wish was fulfilled, she wished another.
I wish I had pearly white teeth.
— dainty feet.
— a diamond tiara.
I wish, I wish, I wish …
One day, Patsy found a shiny, round, brown object on the ground. She examined it, reading the word engraved, ‘Penny’.
I wish I was a Penny rather than a Patsy, she said; and rolled away silently in the dirt.
Okay. Didn’t like that one? What about this one?
The Wish Penny V2
Patsy was always wishing for something.
I wish I had a smaller nose.
— a warm coat.
— a pair of shoes.
But her wishes never came true. Why would they? There’s no such thing as magic.
But she never stopped wishing and hoping.
I wish I had clean clothes.
— something to eat.
— someone to love me.
One day, Patsy found a shiny, round, brown object on the ground. She examined it, reading the word engraved, ‘Penny’. As she rubbed it, she whispered, I wish I had someone to play with. Suddenly, she heard the children calling, ‘Patsy! Come and play!’
Thank you for reading. I appreciate your feedback. Please share your thoughts.
Norah Colvin 
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