“Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.”

― Katherine Paterson, Bridge to Terabithia

Write from the perspective of a dandelion being blown into a wish. What does the dandelion see before it is picked and after it is blown away? Where do the dandelion seeds go and do they know the wish of the person who blew it away? How does it grant wishes if at all? Does the dandelion even know why it’s being blown away? Or does it just enjoy the ride and the opportunity to pollinate? Have fun with this prompt, see where your imagination will go.

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