Eyelash

For years she had done this little trick and it had worked but she was out of practice.

Things had gotten busy and she had stopped looking in the mirror for the stray eyelash on her cheek. She had even stopped gently plucking them off her children’s cheeks when she saw them. All it was was making a wish a simple wish. So why was she still standing her afraid to breath afraid to blow this little crescent of hair off her finger. 

Wishes weren’t real and the ones she wanted couldn’t be granted. So what would be the harm. If she wished for them to come back they couldn’t and wouldn’t she couldn’t ever change their departure, gone for ever. The note on the chart from the doctor only confirmed what she had know for a long time, it was part of him it always had been. She couldn't turn back the time the age on her face would on grow, surgery or not she was getting older they all were.

One dark slender curve delicately balanced on her finger one blow and one wish. She felt a sharp intake of breath and she knew what she needed. With a rush of air from her lips the lash flew away and was lost. Her heart brimmed with hope and a smile crept on to her face. It felt as if it may work again even just for a little while.