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Wishes and Desires
Wishes and Desires
Wishes and Desires
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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

Bill Moore is a man with wishes. He wishes for a promotion at work, for respect, for acknowledgment.

When he meets a peculiar man riding a rickety bicycle, the man claims to possess a device that can channel the spirits and satisfy Bill's desires - for the cost of a small favor. Desperate to have his wishes granted, Bill accepts.

It's not long before Bill learns that nothing comes cheap.

And wishes are not the same as desires.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 21, 2012
ISBN9781386681816
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    Wishes and Desires - Brian J. Jarrett

    Wishes and Desires

    a short horror story

    Brian J. Jarrett

    Copyright © 2012 Brian J. Jarrett

    Elegy Publishing, LLC

    All rights reserved by the author. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted by any means without the written consent of the author.

    This book is a work of fiction. Any names, people, locales, or events are purely a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any person (either living or dead), to any event, or to any locale is coincidental or used fictitiously.

    2012.WAD.1.3

    For the Bridge Man

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    WISHES AND DESIRES

    BILL MOORE WATCHED with curious eyes as the mysterious man pedaled an antiquated bicycle along the street in front of Bill’s house. Dressed in dingy jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, the man was as black as night and no stranger to the road. Bill saw him often, riding around with a strange contraption balanced precariously on the bicycle’s handlebars. In fact, Bill had no recollection of a time when he’d seen the man without the thing.

    The dude got around, that was for sure. Bill saw him everywhere. Driving to and from work, driving around town, and even standing in front of his own house, Bill would see the man struggling on that bicycle, headed who knew where with who knew what on the handlebars.

    The contraption in question, carried along atop the handlebars of the rickety old bike, was a thin and narrow board, around the length of a yardstick, the dark wood painted with short lines running perpendicular to the length of the board. Taut, metal strings ran parallel to the board, wound tightly on screws driven into either end of the board. Was it a musical instrument? A scale model of some weirdo shit? Bill didn’t know.

    Today, however, he would find out.

    Instead of ignoring the guy and driving off to work, Bill waited by the curb, watching the thin man, his face weathered and his posture slouched, as he strained to pedal up the incline of Bill’s street. The guy wasn’t that old, maybe thirty at most, but he sure did seem to have a tough go of it. That was okay; Bill could wait. Finally curiosity was getting the better of him.

    So Bill waited. The man slowly approached and when he got within a dozen yards or so Bill stepped onto the street and flagged him down. Locking eyes on Bill, the man applied the bicycle’s hand brakes, slowing even further, his balance teetering. The man veered off the center of the street, coming to a stop behind Bill’s car parked on the side of the street.

    Hello, the man said. Can I help you?

    The accent…Bill couldn’t place it. It didn’t matter. Anything other than English was all Greek to him.

    Bill nodded. Hey, I know this might sound a little odd, but I see you around all the time with that thing on your bike there.

    The man regarded Bill with a stoical expression, his eyes calm, his body relaxed. He said nothing.

    Anyway, Bill continued, filling the dead

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