The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #10
Pen Name: Tinsley Warren
Pairing/Character(s): Bella
Rating: T
Word Count: 492

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Thank you Lellabeth!

Wishes are funny things. It seems that they will be the answer to your problems. But sometimes, they created ones you never imagined having.

Walking through the old town had me thinking back to a wish I made once. I wish I would never forget.

It was a nice sunny day and I was at my parents house. It was a great family day. My husband Edward was with me, helping my dad with the crown molding in their bathroom. Our son Mike was so running around the house pretending he could fly as his cape floated behind him.

"Mommy, Mommy," he chanted, his childlike wonder evident in his voice.

"Yes Mike," I sighed as I tried to unpack. My parents had just moved and we were all pitching in.

"I want to go outside, I want to see the wishing well! I want to wish to fly!" He jumped up and down.

"Mike, not now." I focused on the china plates.

"But Mom!" He whined and I shook my head.

"I wish you would just entertain yourself for ten minutes. Mommy needs ten minutes," I said, my smile was strained. He looked at me and nodded in agreement.

"Ten minutes?" He asked and I nodded.

"Go play outside, I'll be out soon." He shot me a smile before he raced out of the room.

I went back to the unpacking and finished three boxes before I remembered what I told Mike.

I headed outside and didn't see him anywhere. I was expecting to see his cape chasing after him as he ran circles in the big backyard, but nothing.

Then it dawned on me, the well.

I huffed over to the far far back, by the woods. I told him to wait ten minutes, but looking at my watch I saw it had been twenty.

My stomach dropped and my strides became longer as I ran to the well.

Mike's wishing well.

I found his cape, and I found Mike. But the image I saw of my baby boy would forever haunt me.

He used his last wish, the wish to fly, and he tried to fly down into that well. But instead of flying, he fell. He fell and he would never wish again.

That was the worst day of my life. It seemed that Mike and I both got our wish that day, but it didn't end how we wanted. If only I didn't wish to have ten minutes to myself and if only he didn't wish to fly, he would be here with me.

My son was gone, my marriage was strained, and I was broken.

The guilt weighed down every step I took. It never went away.

But I was hoping that guilt wouldn't weigh me down when it came to my final wish.

I stood on the edge of the well and I looked down.

"I wish to fly," I whispered as I let myself fall.