Wish-King

Thirty-three years of nothing, and there he is one Halloween night, exactly as she remembers, crooked smile, dark eyes and deep, seeing gaze. "Oh, yes, Sarah. You've wanted me for such a long time, haven't you? The lack of man, of children. The fairytale art and books that make up your life instead. You still play pretend for a job. You've never been able to let it go. Not fully."