... It is what it is! - he says in a calm voice, the kind of calm that makes you love the ugly, or at least surrender to it. He blows that last air kiss and takes the door with him. At the top of the stairs, you turn around to go about your morning routine. The stack of papers on your work desk stares at you quietly, sarcastically. The thought of putting up with it is foreign. You reach for the top sheet. It reads: "Flying". Seconds later it is folded into a paper airplane. Followed by another one, and another one; and twenty sheets later, you have yourself a fleet of white paper airplanes ready for lift off on the Tarmac of your black work desk. You need wishes. You need twenty wishes, one for each airplane, before they fly. Who has twenty wishes on demand inside their head? The first and the second come easy. You struggle with the third and the fourth. By the fifth, you run out of wishes. Has your life been that fulfilled? "It is what it is!" - he was right. The corrections are due by noon...
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 13:18:08 +0000
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