Write four lines of prose about: wishes.
Had a lovely birthday day. Made pancakes with Kat for breakfast, did a little market prep work in the afternoon, then went out for a delicious dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants.
And sprinkled throughout all that were some truly wonderful birthday wishes from friends and family. I'm a pretty lucky guy.
Also: Kat gave me the only present I really wanted - I get to keep my birthday all to myself.
Well, not in the whole world, obviously. But within my family.
With a long sucking breath and great, puffy cheeks, the little boy blew out the candles on his birthday cake. All of his friends at the dinner table and the adults gathered around the outskirts of the room waited in varying degrees of silence for him to announce his wish, as he'd promised he'd do while the lighter was still doing its work.
Never one for keeping secrets any longer than a few anxiety-filled minutes was he, something many suspected he learned from his gossip hound of a mother.
Looking around with an unreadable expression the boy solemnly announced, "I wished for Daddy to be run over by a bus and get replaced by Batman."