The Wish Collector

by Mia Sheridan

Is there anything lonelier than the distant sound of a singular instrument floating on the wind?

“Though I’ve always thought if such a thing were true—if people are destined to haunt the earth because of their selfish human choices—why, there wouldn’t be any souls in heaven at all.”

all pain mattered—but hers was a part of the natural order of things, wasn’t it?

No, suddenly, all he wanted to do was sink into some dark corner of the library and lose himself in a book.

Same

Men told stories too, of course. But it was the women who recalled the details of the heart. It was women who passed on the souls of those they remembered.