The past two months I have partaken in Sonia’s writing challenge, and March’s challenge is no exception. I have never taken the leap and written a Western tale of any kind, so on this particular go I decided to run with the genre. I was influenced by Bill Willingham’s “Fables” and its newest spinoff “Fairest” making my “Make a Wish” attempt one-part Aladdin and one-part wild west.
Overall, I had fun with the piece, but I did over shoot my word count mark by almost fifty-words but like King’s novels sometimes it is what is and it’s done when it’s done.
Abacus gracefully rippled past the wind as she picked up momentum across the dusty badlands. Dry shrubbery and various cacti dotted the landscape, but to William “Bat” Matterson they were barely discernible blurs as he hung low on his steed—just a small misshapen shadow upon the back of a valiant beast. His left hand clutched a single burlap sack–it contained a small brass lamp with splotches of sand and deep engravings that spiraled ad infinitum around the curvature of its spout.
Bill had scavenged and piecemealed his way into surviving over the years, but his existence had not been an easy one. If it hadn’t been for Abacus he would have surely thrown himself into the nearest quarry, but as irony would have it he had found a powerful disembodied voice buried in a quarry out by Rock Cliff.
His heart pounded as he made his first wish–it was the one thing Bill dreamed about as he slumbered beneath the desert lights. Bat wished to go home. He remembered his wish vividly, because the mystical voice had chuckled first and then calmly replied, “Ride home. You will be welcomed.”
He had immediately snatched up his newly acquired bobble and hopped upon his only saving grace, Abacus, to finally begin his venture homeward.
What Bill had not realized was that through it all–through the bungled poker games, through the liquor, through the leeches who called themselves friends, through thick and thin Abacus had always been there for him. Abacus had saved his life on more than one occasion, and had become his best friend and by extension his home.
William “Bat” Matterson would ride Abacus for eternity as his graceful companion sped along the desert’s highway to a destination that would never come. Bill was home at last, whether he knew it or not. The genie chuckled.
- March Writing Challenge: Make a Wish (doingthewritething.wordpress.com)
- Sonia G Medeiros’ “February Writing Challenge: Of Love and Leap Years (asinquisitor.wordpress.com)
- Sonia G Medeiros’ “January Writing Challenge: Fifty on One (asinquisitor.wordpress.com)