I Wish...
(Micro-fiction story for the 500-word shockwave challenge)
- Me:
"She just died in my arms, and there was nothing I could do
to alleviate her from the afflictions that this kind of illness spews.
There was so much pain involved that kept forcing us to reach
out to any available doctor, and even those who claimed to be.
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How could you stand here today, blaming me for all of this?
Given how I sought your help, when some hope still seemed to exist?
It's not fair that all I have now is an empty pitch of night.
Watching how my partner died ceased any form of light."
- Him:
"Have you ever considered - from the moment that we meet -
how would some others be affected when your wish was all completed?
We all want to meet somebody who can echo with our soul,
but only a few take it for granted that this means to pay a toll.
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If that toll seems to be enormous in the eyes of the one looking
that one needs to stay away and let Life continue, hoping.
You found Love, it's all that matters, and you had her for a while.
Have some respect, stop all this crying, grow up now and don't be a child."
-Me:
"I didn't want to miss a thing. All I wanted was to attest
at the end of our time, our creation was the best.
Wasn't much, that's all we had, it was special in many ways;
didn't want to find an end, even though we had byways.
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Now my soul is out and bare, there is nothing else for me
other than saying goodbye to the one lying down here;
I lost count of all the tears I've been dropping at this place.
I can bet it is the same, as there are souls in the human race."
-Him:
"Well, I can tell. Funny you ask: you've been crying many times;
you have met so many people worth your pain and all your cymes.
That is one big consequence of the wish you asked for:
you lost count of all the affected if you miss keeping the score."
-Me:
"Yeah, I knew the rule, since you told me that before,
although I never imagined that was true in your folklore.
She was perfect and complete, and seemed right to stay as one,
now I see how my mistake is why this can't be undone.
-Him:
"Nothing more than just continuing with your travel across time.
There will be plenty of lives to meet. They will all be in their prime.
Just remember that you asked, and your wish was truly granted.
Can't be undone, can't be reversed. And can never be recanted."
-Me:
"Will you stay with me for some more time?...
Why is that my special wish feels like something quite infernal?"
-Him:
"I'll stay as long as needed. And about that funny question:
Cause I am the Devil, King of Hell, and you asked to be Eternal."
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.

Comments (1)
These words touch deeply the soul of someone who has truly lost in their life. They send their soul to the center of the earth and then lift it up to the heavens. Write things like this. Thank you.