Miranda McNeff

The Wishing Book

It started when I cleaned out a box of donations to the thrift store. The owner had decided most things in the box were too old or ratty to sell, and I was picking through to see if there was anything worth repurposing. That was when I found the little black book, wrapped up in a pink knit sweater full of holes. It was worn, pages yellowed… probably an old journal of some kind, added by mistake. I flipped it open, curious about the story it had to tell – but the inside was blank. Completely blank, except for three words written in sprawling cursive at the top: The Wishing Book.