The Wishing Stone
by Tegon Maus
The last time we used the wishing stone was at the hospital the morning Kate died. On that day, all three of us made a silent wish, certain the others had wished the same. Kate died that afternoon and I never thought about it again. It was the last time I believed in magic, in love or in the existence of God. Then, after three miserable lonely years, the unthinkable, a second chance... Warwick.