Today’s special feature is an excerpt from the soft sci-fi novel The Wishing Stone by Tegon Maus.
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bit about The Wishing Stone:
it was at the hospital the morning she died.
On that day, all three of us made a silent wish, certain the others had wished
the same. Kate died that afternoon and I never thought about it again. It was
the last time I believed in magic, in love or… in the existence of God… and
then, after three miserable, lonely years… the unthinkable, a second
walked in silence back to the front door and outside where the car waited. The
driver opened the door for her and Williams slid over out of the way; the
desire to get in with her pulled at me as she wrapped her arms around me.
good,” I said as we kissed. “If you can’t be good… be funny.”
days, Ben… I’ll be back… and we’ll go home. Three days,” she said,
kissing me again.
days,” I repeated and almost before I realized it she had slipped into the
vehicle, the door had closed and she was gone.
watched the car for as long as I could before it finally faded from view.
others had returned inside, all except Director Meadows.
she asked, rubbing her arms, warming them in the cold air.
ready I’m first in line,” I joked. The tug of Audrey and homesick hit me
all at once.
slipped a warm arm around my shoulder, guiding me back inside.
we reentered Roger and the others had disappeared. We were greeted by two
people, a man and a woman, both in white coats.
Harris, this is Doctor Richard Prout and his wife, Doctor Joan Prout. They will
be your -”
the woman interrupted, leaning forward a little.
I like that… guides… for the next few days,” she continued with an odd
smile. “They will help you get to the bottom of your… situation.”
to meet you,” I said, shaking each of their hands in turn.
went about her way leaving me with my two new companions.
else… devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could
conjure. Not that I wasn’t friendly, I just wasn’t “people
orientated”. Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe
not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.
her. For the life of me I can’t remember what it was about… something about
dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty
good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years
after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back
was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group
and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. “Be as
detailed as you can,” we were told.
it’s making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration
or an outright lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you
couldn’t be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the
effort of “it could happen” very much in mind and nothing, I
guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.