Wishing Well
by Casey Quinn
Understanding
the uselessness of the belief, I did it anyway. I
tossed my last coin into the random well I
stumbled upon during my journey not expecting my
run of bad luck to come to an end.
I mean, how
could it? Some magical wishing well turns my coin
into good luck? Nonsense!
As everyone
already knows, bad things come in threes and I
have only had two. What are the two you wonder?
My car broke down on this deserted highway and as
I started to walk in the direction of the last
town I passed, it started to rain.
I count that
as one and two. I can only wonder what the triple
kick in the nuts will be to round out the hat
trick and deliver the terrible number three.
Forgetting for
a second why I did it, the important thing you
need to know is that it was done. Walking back
for help, I discovered a well and figured what
the heck! I tossed my last coin, a quarter, in
the well hoping to be spared the last leg of the
triple bad luck run. Wet and annoyed, I had
nothing to lose I figured.
Once tossed in
the well, I looked left, I looked right. I looked
up and then down at the darkness of the well.
Nothing
happened.
No magical
turn of events would save me from this situation.
But then it
happened! Out of the corner of my eye I saw it! I
saw the savior of my miserable afternoon. Down
the road about a quarter of a mile was a pay
phone.
Running over
to it as fast as I could I forget about the rain,
forgot about my car and knew the curse of the
three was about to be broken all thanks to that
random wishing well.
And then it
hit me.
The well. My
last quarter. Damn!
The third kick
in the nuts had been delivered!
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