Like magic
Last night Iris brought me a dried soba noodle. “If you break this noodle, you can make a single wish,” she said. “It’s called the Wishing Noodle.”
Last night Iris brought me a dried soba noodle. “If you break this noodle, you can make a single wish,” she said. “It’s called the Wishing Noodle.”
Comment by heather
…and? AND??
Posted on May 5, 2008 at 6:56 am
Comment by mamster
I wished for a hug.
Posted on May 5, 2008 at 9:25 am
Comment by heather
and…?
Posted on May 5, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Comment by mamster
I got it, reluctantly.
Posted on May 5, 2008 at 5:50 pm
Comment by Wendy
I bet she was hoping you would wish for Pocky, or maybe steak, so she could tell you EXACTLY where to pick up your wish-come-true, and then the two of you would have to go and get it.
Posted on May 5, 2008 at 6:45 pm
Comment by heather
shwew…i just couldn’t stand the cormac mccarthy-style ambiguous ending!
Posted on May 6, 2008 at 5:30 am