____ A Wish ____

"So we've got like 10 mins left, we had a good time or what? Ok! so who's going to give us one last topic? Any one....hmm.....some one?"

I was in my usual manner, asking the audience like i used to, before a session could begin it's presence. There was a guy in the middle who raised his arm.

"Yes Albo, u tell us, what's the topic going to be, have you got one already?"
And he nodded. I asked him to spell it out in front of all, and he said....

hmm....A......a Wish....

I gave him a passable shrug and asked: Yes...a wish...wishes that come true...

Hmm....did i heared some one say None What So Ever....excuse me, is that You ma'am? Yes yes....you in that white sweater....oh, so that was you, Sir would you please come forward...yes yes don't worry, no one's gonna hurt you, yes sir, now, can you please explain your stance."

Tarkan made a funny face, like, some one has just robbed him off his chocolate and now, he's in total chaos. The eyes of the audience were struck on his face, and by every passing second, he was feeling that thud, that pressure.

So I took him by his hand and pressed it gently, tapping his forearm, gave him a gentle smile, and asked him again, 'Sir! would you please like to accentuate your position, that, your wish didn't come true, and stuff? '

I saw that glimmer in his eyes, and his muscles started to relax. He made a move, stopped, then again, his lips moved a bit, something came out, but none in about a ten centimetre radius would have judged...so I gave him that Oh-common-don't-do-this-to-me look...and then, he started saying, at first shakingly, but then, easing into his own domain...

" I don't know man....U know....who cares....these days it's just ....u know...bizzare...who cares...who gives a damn...."

I laughed, some what taken a back with his reply. I asked him again, and tried to convex his thoughts, but he muttered the same fluffed and messy thoughts.

So i had to let him leave the stage, and with the same unraveled complexity, he took his seat. I had to throw my self again on air, and expressed my concerns, tried to elaborate on what actually i was trying to say.

"Fox! In life, one tends to seek something, rather on an individual circle or as a team, but yes, we all do have that lust for something. My question is very very simple, what happens when your wish comes true? Do one need to seek more dimensions in order to get going? or, is a wish ever comes true? Or if it does, what's next? Does all our wishes regard for what's best for us as an individual or as a group? "

And i looked at the tiny crowd of people assembled infront of me, trying to find my target, i took off the stage, and started roaming around them, and asked in a hurried manner...."OK! who's going to join us on stage?"

"Can....I !" Some one raised an arm at the other corner of the room, she was Liz, in her twenties, with a lovely face, and shiny brown hair. I took her hand and escorted to the stage. She took her time to assemble, and then started to say in a careful manner...

"Hmm...actually, there is no such thing as a wish. You are you, what ever you do. The circumstances, that are....hmmm.....u born into...make u what you are....but above it all....hmm.....it's...aa....thing called....luck....you need luck...a lot of it...to get on with your life normally."

I had to interrupt her: "Excuse me Liz, but, we are trying to unravel what wish has to do with your life, with one's life...not luck"

And i guess, i struck some chord. Unintentionally, i saw her complexion turn a bit dark. Something came in those eyes, I felt that jiffy tick. I had to tap her hand, and smile gently. And asked her to please, carry on.

But that was that. Her eyes were blunted open, and her face showed that freakish chill, that could make any human think twice before approaching her. I had to slowly raise her up from the stage and escort her back to her position in the crowd.

And i came back to mine, on stage. Looked at my watched, and said

"Well fox, that's all for today, hope you have enjoyed our session. The guys would be here to take you to your cells. PLease have a very nice evening, and hope to see you tomorrow, bye all".

And slowly, very slowly, they evacuated the area. The crowd.

Welcome to the immobalized. In other words, the disabled...........the imperfected human beings, ..........., the defected.

I guess, we won't ever know, what a wish is there for. This four lettered word, held so much unsympathetic, uncaring and distant meaning for these guys. Their defected limbs tell the story itself. There twisted and curled tongue, their flushed and dismayed, sad faces, tell the story. The story, that has no end, no end at all.

And yes, perhaps that was the wrong question to ask in the first place, but, sometimes, time has it's own way to reflect, how much the same clicks for you when, the same tick and tuck of the clock, is a completely new world, a completely different meaning, to some one else. Perhaps, i need to seek a doctor, a psychiatrist as well.

I wish i could....

Sometimes, u need to enhance that picture, dig the grave, scratch that tape, and see what's inside the parcel. Sometimes, it's better learned than heard. Sometimes, it's better experienced than read. I may question my own moves, but yes, while i was sitting on that same seat, in that room, on that stage.....I wished......

I wished that some day, some way, science will show enough miracles that could make Tarkan focus again. His shaking body and trembling head would one day, be in a still state. Liz could walk instead of limp on her twisted feet. And so on....

But yes....as one said....we need luck...

I stood up from my chair.....thinking on those same lines and figures, i came to the far end of the room....switched off the lights....and left. I didn't close the door behind me, .......

I couldn't.

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

This is a very powerful story. The beginning is set with humour and you show the people as if there was nothing wrong with them and discuss luck, it seems like a very normal classroom. I liked the dialogue and the lines 'Oh-common-don't-do-this-to-me look'. They say that the most pathos is often peppered with humour and this so true/ and then, he started saying, at first shakingly, but then, easing into his own domain. The way in which you describe them is very evocative.

And slowly, very slowly, they evacuated the area. The crowd.

Welcome to the immobilized. In other words, the disabled ... the imperfect human beings ... the defected.

I guess, we won't ever know, what a wish is there for. This four lettered word, held so much unsympathetic, uncaring and distant meaning for these guys. Their defected limbs tell the story itself. There twisted and curled tongue, their flushed and dismayed, sad faces, tell the story. The story that has no end, no end at all.
I wished, I wished that some day, some way, science will show enough miracles that could make Tarkan focus again. His shaking body and trembling head would one day, be in a still state. Liz could walk instead of limp on her twisted feet. And so on ...

All of the paragraph is just inspired and tear-jerking writing. This feels so real. I nearly cried reading this.

[An Ordinary Woman]

As always when I come here, you offer me so much.

To me, a wish is hope and speaking for myself only, I think in the absence of hope I might curl up and die. I need my hope to push me onward to give me something to strive for even if, my hope changes before reaching said goal. Often that happens to me, sometimes I just don't know whats best for me until I get there.

Dare to dream and hold onto your hopes, always. Thats what I say. Thanks for this awesome write, _Flaw_.
It's excellent.

[Brianna Brie]

Wishes propel us forward towards the goal we wish to obtain. Without the wish or thought there would be no reason to move towards the reward. Be careful what you wish for you might just get it. You did surprise me here when I found out they were an audience of prisoners. Telling the story through the eyes of the speaker was very effective. Great write!

[Celtic Cat]

Well, you covered a few topics here, the struggles of a group leader to get people to join in their discussions. I know this is about a wish, but that struggle was so prevalent and I guess I can relate to it in some way. I can totally relate to the attitudes of the man who could only really say "who gives a damn" because in their worlds, perhaps they encounter few who do. It's hard to think of lofty things like wishes when you stopped pretending they work long ago.
I kept trying to figure out why you were calling them "foxes" then I realized perhaps you mean FOLKS? Perhaps.
I like that you ended this with a wish of your own, that was perfect.

[Amanda Crandall]

Its funny that our storyteller talks so about the nature of a wish, then makes wishes of his own. Without wishes we wouldn't have goals, and that would be a sorry state would it not?

[Middagslapie]

This is so nicely put! Was a good idea, using a speach to bring forth the inexplicible nature of a wish... beautiful

[April Child]

Tarkan made a funny face, like, some one has just robbed him off his cloths and now, he's in total chaos. LMAO, loved that line. The rest of the piece I was trying to guess what this group were about as I was reading and I must admit I didnt guess right, I had thought it might be a therapy group of some sort. Made me feel a bit sad there. Wishes are not to be taken lightly.. Be careful what you wish for.... you might just get it.