I had a scruff of beard when I saw Jeanie again. It was just past the itchy stage, and grey was creeping into it.
She was standing next to Chris at a downtown bus stop, head tipped back to bask in the sunshine. Young again, that's how she was feeling, I'd guess. Her eyes were still the color of those tin snakes on the original lamp-- still glinting like snakeskin in the morning light. Her mouth still a lithe rope, twisting and writhing, or flashing brilliant pearly whites at a moment's notice.
They didn't see me. I acted like I didn't see them. They were young, and soaking in the spring morning. I was not.
We were scheduled to have lunch later that afternoon, but I had my own family by then, and different wishes.
Still, it was beautiful, to see them there, two colts racing through urban thickets. Yes, still beautiful, like racing colts or shimmering snakeskin.
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Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!
FantasyAbel is a daydreamer. Things that will never happen, the impossible, are planned neatly in his head, while the possible is left up to chance. However, the impossible becomes possible when Able finds a magic oil-lamp in his grandparent's basement la...
