“If you had one wish, what would you wish for?”
It was a question that, for some reason, she was always asked. As if people were compelled to ask it as soon as they struck up a conversation with her.
“Well? Come on, what would it be?”
“You don’t really want to know,” she said.
“I do, I do. You know what I’d wish for? I rich man’s lifestyle: money, fast cars and big houses. The whole shebang.”
A vision flashed into her mind. A mangled red car wrapped around a tree. The dead occupant slumped against the steering wheel, its decapitated head barely visible on the dashboard through the broken windscreen.
“Well, what would you wish for?”
She studied the man asking the question, his kind face smiling as he waited for the answer.
“I’d wish that I couldn’t see into the future.”
You know the drill………