Drabble: Three wishes.

She lit three candles: one, for hope; two, for peace; and three; love, of course. Wishes and curses are cousins, but did you know that? They both ask for small payments. The price of a wish, or two, or three, is desire. The cost of a curse is doubled. And when there is a want, it becomes a need.  The three lights in the darkness granted her wishes: one: she received more than she could hope for. Two: she felt peace again. Three: love and friendship ruled the brief hour. Costs: One tiny tear. Two quick smiles. Three large laughs.