Flecks of Wishes Against a Cobalt Sky: Micro Fiction

For years I’d begged my dad to take me camping with him. On my twelfth birthday, he got me my own gear, including a cobalt cup with white flecks that looked like stars. He told me to make a wish on every one of them and, if I was lucky, one of my wishes might come true.

He wanted to take me camping with him the next weekend, but Tina had her birthday party, so I spent the day with her. The weekend after that, the new Biker Doll movie came out so I spent the day with Amy. Dad only got one day off every week, but there was always something else to do.

For my thirteenth birthday, I spent the day in his empty shed, staring through tears at that cobalt cup. I spent every white fleck wishing for just one more weekend.

cobalt cup

4 thoughts on “Flecks of Wishes Against a Cobalt Sky: Micro Fiction

      1. Ah. Memories can do that. I didn’t know my biological father until I was in my teens, and I didn’t move in with my mom and step-dad till I was 12. My grandfather was the closest I had to a father, and he’s been gone a few years. And now having my own kids and watching them grow up at an alarming rate, I see both sides of this particular coin. I pushed my own buttons with this piece, too.

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