The Power Of Wishes (Editing)

Chapter 13: Worrying Never Got Anybody Anywhere

The taxi stopped in front of a good sized brown house with white shutters. It reminded me of a gingerbread house at Christmastime, minus the candy decorations and lights.

"That will be fifty dollars please." the taxi driver said.

Fifty dollars? I didn't have a purse with me, and I had forgotten all about the fact that I would need money to pay for the taxi ride. I guess I had figured that this sort of thing would come with the wish. Apparently though, it did not. I felt the pockets of me pants and found that I had no money on me at all.

"Fifty dollars?" I asked, to make sure that I had heard the driver correctly.

"That's right m'am"

I sighed and reached for the tattoo on my chest, pretending to rub the bottom of my neck.

"I wish I had fifty dollars." I said softly, hoping that no one would hear me and ask why I seemed to believe in wishing for what I needed.

"What's that?" the driver asked, raising his eyebrows slightly, as if to say that he was confused.

"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry. Here, let me get you the money."

"I would like that please." he said. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was growing impatient.

I frantically searched my pockets again for the money I had wished for. Sure enough, I felt a crisp dollar bill in my left pocket, and pulled it out.

Fifty dollars.

Just as I had wished for!

I handed it to the driver, said 'Thank You' to him, and then turned to go into the place where I apparently lived.

Just before I opened the front door, I thought about my last wish.

Behind the front door of that house, I had found an obnoxious girl who claimed to be my best friend and a boyfriend whom I had made the mistake of sleeping with. That had then resulted in an unexpected pregnancy, and, well, you know the rest.

What would I find here? The only way to find out was to turn the handle and step inside. I reviewed  in my head what I had decided would be my new motto. 

Worrying Never Got Anybody Anywhere, But Wishing Did.

With a sigh, I opened the door, and entered my home as a model. 

The ceilings were carved and everything inside was a dark, polished wood. The house smelled of fancy perfume and sweet scented candles.

This was not where I pictured a model to live, but what did I know?

I stepped to my right, and saw a large kitchen with brown tiles and an island in the center. It was really quite homey. Then it occurred to me. This was my dream home. This was what I had always wanted to live, and now, just for now, I was able to live in it.