Short stories


(The Tale of Toe Toe)

I blame it on my addiction to pornographic movies. I cannot go an hour without watching a pornographic movie. I will watch a pornographic movie while eating, while watching the television, while reading a book, I sometimes fell asleep watching a pornographic movie, and so my dreams are full of pornographic movies.

Knowing this I had to do something. I went to the highway and waited. I thought a truck would kill me. I hoped a truck would kill me. Believing my time to be right, I jumped into the path of an on-coming truck.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

My legs were broken. My crying disturbed the man in the next bed. “Women,” he said. “Yes,” I managed. The word lacerated my throat. He sighed. The headache spread down my spine.

“I’m a jinn,” he said.

I looked over. The blur softened. He was indeed small and funny looking. He could have been a jinn.

“What happened to you,?” I had to ask.

“The last wish gave me stage four cancer,” he said.

I laughed so hard I thought I was about to spit out my teeth.

He told me that he had the energy for one last wish. He asked me if I wanted it. Of course I wanted it.

“Tell me friend your wish.”

I told him I wanted to be in the movies. I wanted to be a star. I wanted to be in a movie with a young girl. I wanted her all for myself. I did not want to share her. She had to be beautiful. I wanted her petite with small breasts. She had to have a beautiful face.  She had to have pigtails and be dressed in a blue gingham dress. I wanted her in red shimmering high heels. I wanted her to love me and only me. I wanted a shower of gold. I wanted rainbows. I wanted her sing to sing beautifully and hold me tight.

Peter Wright

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