It had been exactly six years ago, six happy years since that moment.
Although she may not have said it in so many words, she was aware of the fact that life’s vacillations were inevitable. Back then, it had been a strange time for her. A time when she had uttered that terrible curse while staring into her bathroom mirror, wishing him dead. Then, days later, the police report, with the witness’s statement that showed how it had been that precise moment that the truck and ended his rotten life. It had marked the end of his violence, the end of hiding the evidence of his brutality. It had been a beginning. A fresh start. She had been forty when it happened. Since then she had enjoyed her new life; living alone. Being very much her own person. The intervening years had been good.
Now, with all the anguish behind her, more and more, she felt that it was time to let a new partner into her life. Someone special. No violence or brutality, but someone considerate and loving. The simply stated logic of her thoughts had surprised her, but naivety would play no part in what she was about to do. She would take hold of the unknowable, and use it. She would make a wish, a very private one. She needed her fortunes to move from curse to blessing, and for this she needed a wish.
Looking back, as she often did, there must have been something really special about that moment. Just knowing that was enough. There was no need for her to understand it. It seemed strange to think that such knowledge was irrelevant, but it was. She knew the time to the exact minute. The instant that she had cursed and the moment he had died. Now, staring up at the clock, it would be that very moment again… when she would make her wish.
