An Ungranted Wish

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Six "CRACK"

****In the Restaurant Industry, which I worked for many years, when an item is unavailable, sold out or unordered, it is "Eight-Sixed".

I had wondered where in the world that term came from and I found the eerie answer online: On a pirates ship, there was room for only Eighty-Five crewmembers. If you were the eighty-sixth, you had to walk the plank. Yikes!****



This week we have a new set of guest judges.  Please help us welcome Mary Beth, Shreya and Yve.  They've got a big responsibility this week, and we are confident that they're going to do an awesome job.

CRACK
1a : a loud roll or peal <a crack of thunder>
  b : a sudden sharp noise <the crack of rifle fire>
2: a sharp witty remark : quip
3a : a narrow break : fissure <a crack in the ice>  
  b : a narrow opening <leave the door open a crack><cracks between floorboards> —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out <a player who fell through the cracks in the college draft> <children slipping through the cracks of available youth services>
4a : a weakness or flaw caused by decay, age, or deficiency :unsoundness
  b : a broken tone of the voice
  c : crackpot
5: moment, instant <the crack of dawn>

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• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 

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MY SUBMISSION: (333 Word Count)

 

 

Friction caressed the long-necked vessel revealing a misty wayfarer.

“I possess to you tri-wishes this nigh, do with them what you will.”

Provided with a faint moment, the smoky apparition vacuumed, toe first, into its home.

 

Wild with wonder and full with hope, the final thrift store shopper of the day, unwrinkled a five dollar bill that was stuffed deep in his barren pocket and paid the nominal price.

“I can wrap it in paper to protect it, if you want” said the clerk to the crazed man.

“No that won’t be necessary, I’d like to hold it near me, if that’s alright.” he said and picked up his treasure, gently placing it between his rib cage and arm and walked with it out of the door.

 

“I wish for a silver Maserati” he spoke clearly.

In an instant the car appeared and he opened the door and sat in the luxurious leather front seat.

 

“I wish I had my own island.” He voiced his second desire.

Sitting in his new vehicle, he appeared suddenly on a beautiful black sand beach, white-crested waves crashing into the shore.

 

He opened the car door and stepped onto the beach, still clutching his magic jar. He walked to a cove shaded with palm trees and sat upon a rock. The excitement had brought with it a tiresome lull and within minutes, he was fast asleep. Awakened by a noisy flock of passing gulls, he pulled himself together and grabbed for his bottle, which, at this point had slipped from his hands, landing on the rocky ground. He picked it up, discovering that it now had a hair-line crack across the neck and where it had landed, was moist with liquid.

 

His daily third wish for his normal previous life were not heard, nor granted, all the rest of the years of his life. He rubbed and rubbed until his life had finally succumbed to his first wishes. He crawled into his luxurious casket and died.