Friday, December 2, 2011

Walking on the Sea

He had three wishes. He liked to remind himself of that. It was hard to remember. Three wasn't a lot, but it was more than most people had. He wanted to make sure he used them as wisely as possible. He thought about wishing for that, but he was sure he'd just mystically realize he'd wasted one already. His lost job was sufficient cause; he could surely find another, a smart man like him. Nor the fire, since he found a cheap apartment that wasn't too awful. He had to save them, he told himself. Save them for something important.


John Murphy said...

I'm not sure I agree with the "prudence can be a vice" actually -- seems to me like the narrator is actually getting good use out of his wishes by simply being happy with what he has.

Scattercat said...

Nah, that was two days ago.