I opened the fridge tonight to get out the kale. Under the bag lay a chicken's wishbone. How did it get there? Perhaps we forgot it with the last crock pot chicken and saved it for later. Perhaps it's gift from the previous house's owner...she leaves things for us sometimes.
There's no one here to pull on it with. There's no one here to help decide who gets to make tonight's wish.
The wishing bone is yours. What do you wish for?