Godless Monkey will be away on a photo expedition of Mexico, Central America and Columbia from March 19th to April 20th. I’m running some of my old stories in my absence for your enjoyment.
The next morning Edward showered and dressed. Four steps from the bedroom to the bathroom. He then set out for his uneventful job as a bookkeeper for a staid and stodgy accounting firm in the financial district. He did his morning crossword puzzle on the train into town, finishing it just before his stop, as he always did.
Returning home in the evening after picking up his dry cleaning he crossed the threshold of his apartment and counted off the nine steps to the bedroom. Having hung up his laundry, he counted off the steps to his favourite chair and sat down to read. His latest reading selection was quite engrossing, and he kept thinking about a passage he had read the day before in which the narrator of the story recounted a dream in which they were told that if they wished for something hard enough their wish would be granted. Edward was hoping they would do exactly that. He quite wondered what the outcome would be if they did.
Sure enough, a few pages later the character did exactly that. Edward was particularly enthralled because what the narrator wished for was a more fulfilling life. A life of wonder and enchantment and limitless possibility. Not that he could ever bring himself to wish for such a thing himself, mind you, it was just a fanciful idea that he enjoyed reading about.
Glancing up he noticed it had just gone six, and he replaced his bookmark carefully and counted off the steps to the kitchen to make his dinner. He had bought himself a a gourmet frozen chicken meal, which was a bit out of the ordinary, but he was feeling adventuresome in the grocery story and had thrown caution to the wind.
While he waited for the microwave to heat his meal his mind wandered back to the story he was reading. He wondered if the character’s wish would come true. He really couldn’t tell for sure, as he never read the blurbs on the cover of his books, preferring to take things as they came. Wanting to be surprised is how he tended to think of it.
The ding of the microwave brought him back to the moment and he carried his meal to his television table and sat down to watch the evening news and partake of his yummy looking chicken dinner, which smelled delightful when he peeled back the plastic. Tucking in, he was glad he had taken a chance and made a mental note to explore the range on offer further.
After the news he cleaned up in the kitchen and then retired to the bedroom with his novel, eager to find out what would happen next. To his delight the character’s wish did indeed come true, and the story took an exciting turn. He read until he was sleepy, then put the book aside, set his alarm and drifted off to sleep.
That night he had the most amazing dream. In it, he was sleeping, but was roused by the sound of faint music coming from his living room. He got out of bed and went to investigate and found a door in the wall of the room where none had been before. He was reaching for the handle when he was awakened by the sound of his alarm going off.
It was time for another predictable day in the life of Edward Allan Evans. There was bookkeeping to be done.
Tomorrow, Part 3