Three Wishes

The best rainbows were in pesticide prismatic creek water that flowed through the property like a diseased artery. We swam in it anyway. There was magic in those waters. One day, we found a golden koi, lying on its side. We poked it with a stick and waited. The fish exploded back to life and into the water. We saved it. Even though the fish swam away, denying our three wishes, it left behind a better thought; that nothing really stays stuck.









K.M. Crane was born and raised in California and has no plans to leave. She only recently started writing short stories and poetry. @k.m.crane

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