The Wishing Stone

by Sipora Coffelt

My grandmother Noni hands me the stone on its chain, her palm pressed against mine, hiding the stone from view. I glance over at my parents. They are screaming at each other, arguing about a TV show or maybe what color to paint the kitchen.

“Here, Lisa.” Noni’s voice is low. “Today is your sixteenth birthday. My Noni gave me this when I turned sixteen, and I wore it always…