Алла (ofeliyadd) wrote,
Алла
ofeliyadd

A Wishmaker

For my friend who is feeling bad

One day, in the late fall weekend, I went out on the fresh air to take a walk along the small and quiet street, in one far away, tiny town. Unexpectedly for myself I noticed that the sky became unreachably high and its sharply-blue stuff gets worn out, almost up to transparency. Once fluffy summer clouds turned into thin rags, laundered by numerous rains… Some of them couldn’t fly as high as before anymore, and descent almost up to the ground, where they were picked by laborious little spiders, which wove them into their webs or simply ride them freely in the air…

Old aspens, walnuts, chestnuts and dozens of other trees spread around their fallen leafs, such juicy-colored, that I never seen in all the years of my journeys. It was real treasure - yellow, reddish-yellow, orange, shiny like fire, with iridescence colors play. These leafs seem to me to be like slices of exotic tropical fruits, mixed with the aroma of unbelievable seduced cocktail of unknown autumn berries. It was sunny day, it was quiet and tranquil around, and I was walking slowly, watching the skies, smiling to my minds, which like small birds come and fly away with their fast wings…

A week ago I’ve heard from the lady living across the street some intriguing story. She was lonely, with strong feministic principles lady, and the whole her life she devoted to librarian career. She told me that somewhere here, among those small streets, there is a coffee shop. A tiny coffee shop, a special one, where you always want to come back… I recall her face, her eyes behind eyeglasses which suddenly turned sad like waters of cool autumn stream: “It was only once, when I saw that place… But since that time I can not find the way there anymore…”

The day was not just great, it was just magic. And I had such feeling that my childhood comes back from Neverland again… You may know, how it can feel sometimes, when you suddenly start seeing the world around with the same eyes as you’ve seen it a lot of years ago, at the very some day… The day, when the life around seemed to be so simple, easy and beautiful… Hm-m… You may be laughing at me and saying that I am childish, but you know what… I do not mind. And if in some day I’ll meet those days, mark my words – I will not come back. Trust me…

With my hands placed deeply into the pockets, smiling to the skies, I walked along the fall, kicking with my shoes fallen leafs, until… It was silent metallic sound I’ve heard. With leafs I kicked out on the sidewalk some dark metallic piece. I stopped and picked my trophy. Old nickel coin. Rough and oxidized. I’m collecting coins, putting them at home in small box, in a shape of little pirate chest. There are some very interesting pieces among them, indeed…

I tossed found coin, put it into my pocket and turned into alee, covered by aspen’s gold, where every single backyard was decorated with the last fall flowers. And at this moment… At this moment I saw… It was no mistake. The coffee shop. That’s it! Three stairs covered by leafs, tiny stony lions laying aside and smiling with freezing smile, a bit opened door, and the odor… What a great odor of perfectly brewed coffee! A couple of windows watching outside, and in one of them there was a sitting cat. A big red cat with dark patches on his back…
One step, next, and more… O, boy... If you would only knew, ladies and gentleman, what serious addiction I may develop to that kind of places… Indoor was a little space. A single table next to window, a single wooden chair… An old lady who was cleaning dishes for home made cookies, and smiling to me: “Good afternoon, sir!”.
That’s it. It’s done. Without couple of espresso cups, had with no rush, right next to that window, where I can enjoy wonderful North West fall, I’m not going anywhere.
“How’re doing, m’am…” I took my wallet out and found some dollar bills: “Espresso, please…”
Very soon a strong coffee odor was all around the room and old lady put on my desk a small cup. I stretched my legs beneath the table, breathe in enchanted aroma and pronounced silently: “Mmmmm….”
I was having my drink in small sips, watching outside through the window, through colorful mosaic of the last walnut leaves and enjoying autumn paintings. The cat was sitting on the window right in front of me, than he turned his head, and I swear he was smiling… No, that’s impossible. It’s just well made coffee mesmerizing me…

I enjoyed my coffee, taking looks around… Interesting interior…. May be, I should open my own coffee shop some day? O, I have to tell to my neighbor that I found this place… My sight stopped on the unusual big clock watch, on paintings in simple wooden frameworks… She was right. This is the place where you always want to come back… I almost finished with browsing through everything, when at the corner… At the first moment I thought that it was a musical box. You know, a box playing your favorite melodies when you drop a little coin inside, like in old classical movies. But this one did not play any discs. Through its front side there was old stylish engraving: “The Wishmaker”. I swear to God!
Seeping my coffee, I lifted up off the table and stepped to that box. No doubts, no mistake. On the box there was nothing else besides that engraving and coin slot. I looked at the lady in corner. She was too busy and did not pay any attention at me. I picked my coffee with, put the cup on the box top, and searched my pockets for some change.
I fed the box with all my coins, one by one, but they rolled back into collector with metallic sound. Suddenly, I’ve heard behind me somebody’s laugh. I turned around, very surprised, but there was nobody, besides the cat, cleaning his stretched front leg… Nobody, indeed…
All my coins rolled back, when in my hand left the last one. The old nickel I found recently on the street… I turned it in my fingers. Old worn out five cents coin. And at that moment I’ve heard clearly: “Finally, somebody here has the real money…” O. My. God…. Talking cat! I was surprised so much, that I did not noticed, what I was doing in the next moments. And the cat was staring at me, with his stretched front leg. His smart eyes pointed directly at me, asking: “So… Are you going to put this coin into that machine, or you intend to stair at me forever?”. And I mechanistically, and absolutely without understanding what I am doing, put that old nickel into Wishmaker. Inside of that box some little hammers hit small silver bells and soft pleasant voice said: “Make your one wish, please…”
The world turned upside down, run like hurricane around me and coffee shop immediately became overcrowded. From all the times, from all passed and forgotten years, come dozens, hundreds, thousands wishes. My God, it’s unbelievable, how much of them I ever had… And how much I forgot in those years! Here is… I’m remembering I wanted that… And that… O, yeah, and that either! Myriads of unrealized wishes become alive, tried to come truth… Just say it, just say a word, and it will be yours. Only your single word…
They come from nowhere, jumped, whispered, touched, called… Small and big, honest and not too much, all kind of them, they come from shadow of forgotten times, multiplied, piled up, push out each other… At the first moment I lost myself among them. How I supposed to make my choice in that mess? What I really want? It should be something great, indeed…. Maybe… This one? Or that… No, that one!.. Suddenly I’ve got an idea. I know what I want. Here is it, right behind others, barely visible. I would like… to go back in that spring long time ago… where I would did not miss my train… and did not cancel my trip to that town… and find that little street… where at its corner… I would meet Her. Her, who in sadness and anger desperately took wrong choice, made wrong decision, and changed our destinies forever…
I was ready to say that, I already opened my mouth, but… Inside of the box some little hammers hit small silver bells and… My time has run out! And all the wishes immediately disappeared…
I could not believe that! Hey!!! Come back!!!
I hit the top of the wooden box with my hand. The cup with the leftovers of coffee jumped, the cat says angry “meow” and jumped down to the floor. “It’s not working any longer, sir”, - comes from the corner. What the heck, how it’s not working? It was working a minute ago!

In a big rush I’ve searched my pockets again. I tried to feed the Whishmaker with coins what I had over and over, but dead machine spit them back one by one…

…Here is that place… I cruised across the street, turned upside down plant debris, watched carefully to every dark spot. Nothing. There was no other coin. And at that moment I realized that at home I got my old coins collection. The idea to find among that old crap what I need seemed to me so good, that I immediately run back home, found everything and went back. But here was a big surprise, expecting on me. I browsed alleys, searched every backyard with flowers, looked around every corner, but could not find the place with smiling stony lions, next to three stairs covered with fallen leaves…

The late evening was writing with the rain droplets on the window of city bus one of its endless poetry. I was riding home. Leafs still covered backyards and private parking lots. Even now, in the darkness I could see their colors.
I put myself conveniently on the hard bus seat. There were no much people in the bus. Boring evening… Under the front seat there was something… I looked around… Put my head down… Picked it… A coin. An old coin. Perfectly fits to my collection.
The bus turned into the slightly lightened alley, which was looking so familiar… The same red aspens and yellow walnuts, the same three stairs under the night lights next to entrance, the yellow windows with the cat inside, a stony lions…
I jumped on the seat: “Stop here, please! I need to get out right here!”
But fat bus driver in uniform only shook with his head: “I’m sorry, mister, I can not stop here, it’s illegal… But you can get off the bus next block, just wait a little bit…”
I squeezed an old coin in my hand, desperately watching like house with lions disappearing in the darkness of alley, shutting down its yellow lights. The bus turned again and coffee shop vanished in the rainy evening completely…


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