Saving Wishes

Saving Wishes Part 2

1. Close Calls

Alex, my brother, sometimes calls me wicked. Sometimes I am.

I blame it on the fact that I've been bored for the majority of the seventeen years of my life. Growing up in a small town does that to you.

Pipers Cove sits at the base of sweeping cliffs that take a vicious bite into the southwestern coastline of Tasmania. Next stop south, Antarctica. To an eccentric artist, antique dealer or hermit it would seem like heaven on earth, but I am none of those things, nor have I ever aspired to be. I am the girl who has always been desperate to get the hell out of there.

Spending another Saturday morning hanging out with my best friend while she worked her shift at my brother's café was shaping up to be just as boring as it had been the week before. I could feel the wickedness kicking in.

"We could take the money from the register and make a run for it," I suggested, pacing the café. "We could be in Melbourne by morning." I was met with a disapproving glare. I wondered for a moment if she thought I was serious. Perhaps I was.

Nicole Lawson, my best friend since kindergarten, was my true partner in crime - even if she did draw the line at being my accomplice in a robbery. We were unlikely friends. Straight down the line, black and white with zero tolerance for any shades of grey summed her up perfectly. I felt scattered and indecisive by comparison. My grandiose ideas were fleeting, mainly because of her uncanny knack of talking sense into me. Nicole was the responsible one. She'd held her part-time job in Alex's café since we were fourteen. It wasn't always a boring gig, especially in the summer months when the tourist season kicked in.

Our sleepy little coffee shop was located at the edge of town, opposite a car park with killer views across the Cove. Tourists seeking a great photo opportunity and quality coffee make it a popular place, if only for a few months each year. Alex was very savvy, catering to their every need. Besides decent coffee, he also stocked newspapers, magazines, stationery and other bits and pieces that negated the need for them to shop anywhere else. Retirees in their campervans made up the majority of the visitors, but occasionally we met young, broke backpackers who were living the life I yearned for. Hearing stories of their travels was like a window to the outside world.

Winter was much slower. Cold June days were downright oppressive.

I stared across the road through the salt-hazed windows. The car park was practically deserted, and would remain that way for months.

"Are you sure I can't change your mind?" I asked, sighing heavily.

"Escaping will have to wait," replied Nicole, checking her reflection in the back of a spoon and fluffing up her platinum blonde hair. "We have a wedding to go to today, remember?"

How could I forget? It had been the main topic of conversation around town for weeks. Attending her sister's wedding was a torturous prospect. Technically I'd be gate crashing. I hadn't been invited. My role was purely as moral support for my best friend, the chief bridesmaid.

Nicole's sister, Joanna, was a poster child for small town folk. Standard procedure for a small town girl is leaving high school and getting a mundane job while waiting for Prince Charming to arrive and sweep her off her feet. Joanna's prince was a fisherman called Max. Joanna was barely twenty-one. I needed to believe there was more to life than that.

"All the more reason to make a run for it," I muttered.

"Where are you running to this time, Charli?" Alex asked, barging through the back door with an armload of newspapers.

"Melbourne. The last flight out is at ten." My brother didn't look anywhere near as horrified as he should have. "I was going to steal the money from the till to fund it."