3 Wishes

I’m sure you’ve played this game: If you had three wishes, what would they be?

Mine: (not in any particular order) ~

cheesecakeA calorie-less day.

Nothing I eat counts, and I don’t get filled up.  In all honesty, I want to binge. I want to eat cookies and cake and burgers and pizza and top it all with a giant piece of reece’s peanut butter cup cheesecake.

World Gratitude.peace1

I’d like everyone to be happy for what they have. In my version of this wish, people realize what they have and give to others so there is no more starvation or homelessness. In my version of this wish, people don’t war for more.

The third wish is mine, for me alone. And I think we should all have one of those too. Something we keep to ourselves and for ourselves.

Be happy. Much love and luck.

 

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Noreen Lace

Originally from the Midwest, Noreen Lace received an MFA from California State University where she now teaches. She believes in the beauty of language to express the darkness in life. She is the author of two novellas, West End and Life of Clouds, as well as a book of short stories. Here in the Silence. Her fiction and poetry have appeared in national as well as international journals, including The Chicago Tribune's Printers Row Journal, The Oleander Review, Vine Leaves Press (Australia), Silver Stream Journal (Ireland), Pilcrow and Dagger, Fishfood, and others. "Memorial Day Death Watch," a memoir of her father's passing, placed as a finalist in Writer Advice, while her poem, "All at Once," was published as a finalist in Medusa's Laugh Contest issue. More work is always in progress.

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