The streak of light had passed in an instant, but Jude kept staring into the sky as though expecting it to reappear. “I’ve never seen a real shooting star before,” he said.
“So what’d you wish for?” Collin asked.
“Isn’t it bad luck to tell?”
“Whatever,” Collin shrugged. “I’ll tell you mine.”
Jude rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, a new Jeep?”
“How did you—”
“Because you mention that you want one basically every day.”
“I guess,” Collin grunted.
“Also,” Jude said, giving his friend a conciliatory pat on the back, “you have no imagination.”
“This is a wish we’re talking about. It should be something big. Something you can’t achieve on your own.”
“Well a new Jeep’s pretty big,” Collin retorted.
Jude shook his head. “Something life changing.”
Collin’s face went serious. “A new leg?” he asked.
Jude blinked in surprise, looked down at the prosthesis supporting his weight. He opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. “No,” he said softly, looking up with a pained smile. “I wouldn’t wish for something I can live without.”
Jude’s eyes shone in the starlight. Collin stared into them, feeling his face grow warm as he finally understood.
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Story by Gregory M. Fox
Photo by Bradley Allweil on Unsplash