Guest Post by Penny Wilson – ‘Wish Upon A Star’

Penny Wilson of Penny Lane’s Thoughts very kindly offered to guest post one of her amazing short stories on my site. Please enjoy Penny’s ‘Wish Upon A Star.’

I awoke with a start, gasping for air.  I untangled myself from the sheets and flung them aside as I stood next to the bed. 

I looked around the dark room, blinking, rubbing my eyes.  I was still foggy from sleep. You were here.  In my arms, in my bed.  I know you were!

My pulse was still racing.  My hand shook as I reached for the water glass on the night stand. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.  It was a warm spring evening.  But not warm enough for my gown to get soaked from sweat. 

I shook my head, trying to clear it.  It couldn’t be!  You were long gone.  Dead.  You had been dead for more than a year now.

As I pulled my gown from over my head, I tossed it into a corner and padded across the room into the bathroom.  A cool shower was in order. 

As I stood under the spray, I thought back to that awful night when the police came to my door.  They told me of the terrible car crash.

I spent most of that night standing on the riverbank shivering and praying the rescue teams would find you.  My prayers went unanswered.

It had been months since I’d had a dream about you.  But tonight you were back.

In the bedroom, I dug through the dresser drawer until I found a nightgown.  Putting the gown on was soothing.  Like a warm towel after a cold rain.

The flutter of the bedroom curtain caught my eye.  Crossing to the window, I parted the curtain and looked out.  The garden was bathed in moonlight, the grass heavy with dew.

I stared at the stars and thought of you.  I made the wish that I always wished when looking at the stars.  “Come back to me my love.”  I whispered.

I closed my eyes as I made the wish.  Opening them, my eyes fell on some movement out in the garden.

“Must be a cat, or a rabbit.”  I thought.

Then I saw them.  Perfect indentations of footprints in the dew-laden grass leading away from the house.

My blood ran cold.  I froze.

Quickly closing and locking the window, I backed away.  Then rushed forward again drawing the heavy drapes across the window, turning the room pitch black.

I turned and with my arms and hands splayed out in front of me I found my way back to the bed.  I turned on the lamp to pierce the darkness.  I climbed quickly into bed and pulled the blankets up tight around me.

Be careful what you wish for!


Penny is a free-lance writer who’s been writing some form of fiction or non-fiction her entire life, and blogging for more than 5 years.  Penny writes poetry, short stories, fiction and true stories, as well as the occasional post about her day to day life. Penny is currently working on 2 novels that she hopes to have finished in the near future.

Penny’s life has been quite diverse.  Her very early days were spent in the woods of the Pacific Northwest. Penny’s father was a timber-feller and she grew up in a shack with no electricity or running water.  Later when Penny’s mother married a migrant worker, she lived in Picker’s Cabins, tents or the back of the family station wagon

Penny currently lives in Fort Worth, Texas, works full time, writes, blogs and enjoys spending time with her best friend; her little dog, Rocket. 


Many thanks Penny for this deliciously creepy piece! If you enjoyed reading Penny’s piece, leave some love in the comments section and don’t forget to check out Penny’s site Penny Lane’s Thoughts

13 thoughts on “Guest Post by Penny Wilson – ‘Wish Upon A Star’

  1. Impressive piece. I like how you doled out the information, just enough to answer while framing the next question. Considering this character already knows everything, I think this is very well done.
    It’s interesting how the story abruptly turns from hope and regret to fear.
    My only criticism would be the last phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” It feels a little out of place, to me. It feels inconsistent with the narrative voice. I’d almost be inclined to go with some reference to a faint sound outside, which she tries not to hear.
    But that’s only one person’s opinion.
    Overall I like it. It’s not easy to create a solid, self-contained story in so few words, and with only one character “on camera” as well.
    Thank you for sharing.

    Like

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