If I wish it? Faith mused to herself as she turned the book over in her hands. The leather cover seemed newer more supple than she remembered. The temptation to open it was overwhelming, only the reminder of the bitter disappointment of the blank pages stayed her hand. If I wish it?

Hmmmm, what would happen if I wished it? Nothing to lose. Why not?

With a sigh of deep disbelief she sheepishly said to the book.

“ I wish I understood….why the pages were blank.â€?

She looked at the book, waiting for something, anything.

Nothing.

Than, she knew, she had to open the book, again.

Would the pages be blank this time?

Slowly she turned back the cover, it opened effortlessly to her touch and settled on the first page.