Gracie watched wax melt down the sides of the candles. Twelve in all. Small puddles formed in the chocolate frosting of the cake, a flicker of the flame as she sighed.
“Make your wish and blow them out,” Aunt Hildy said with a smug smile.
The wish.
Gracie always wished the same wish. If only it could come true. If only the family wasn’t cursed.
Another sigh. She blew them out with a frown. How many years had she celebrated this birthday?
Her aunt cut the cake as Gracie walked away.
The only wish she had was to turn thirteen.
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2016
WOW. That could really go somewhere!
I know, right? Today really is my daughter, Gracie’s, 12th birthday and I knew I wanted to write a story about her. But I wanted it in 100 words… so this seemed like a fun twist!! There are so many possibilities! 🙂 Glad you liked it!
Ooh curiouser and curiouser… ground hog cake. All cursed to stay 12… oh my how old is her Mum. Fun twist good write 😇
Thanks! We love the movie Groundhog Day!! 🙂 This would be a good one to turn into a longer story… hmmm… 😉