The Wishing Map 10

Would you still desire the future you’ve imagined if you knew it would veer wildly and irrevocably off course?

Mitch Teemley

Wishing pix-Title-(framed)Note: To read The Wishing Mapfrom the beginning, click here.

The Wishing Map

Chapter Two: Aunt Aloysia (continued)

Previously: Gina and Zack continued to obsess over the mysterious Map.

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Almost two months had passed since Aloysia had brought the Map, and things had gradually returned to normal. Which meant that life was moving at the speed of tree sap. Zack still went into Gina’s room every day to look at the Map. Gina swore she’d lost interest, but the truth was she got it out every night; sometimes she even cried because she “missed” Ismara so much. Both could have drawn detailed copies from memory. It was more than just another objet mystére.

Zack was swimming at the Gutmacher Community Center pool when he spotted it. Ninety seconds later he was pedaling El Furioso as hard as he could, struggling to stay on the seat in his still-dripping…

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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One Response to The Wishing Map 10

  1. calico1948 says:

    The future I imagine is ever evolving so if God takes it off in an unexpected direction I just ride the wave like I’ve got good sense.

    I like the “story” you invented for your girls. It reminds me of when I was a child and asking mom and daddy for a story before bed. Thank you.

    Lyn

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