Mira found her voice. "What… what wish?"
Mira tried to close her laptop. The lid wouldn't budge. hanako kun shimeji
The others followed. End.
The screen rippled.
The shimejis multiplied. Dozens of tiny Hanakos swarmed across the screen, crawling over her essay, her browser tabs, her calendar. They were laughing—soft, high-pitched giggles that echoed from the speakers. Mira found her voice