She made a wish – if my favorite song will be the first in the album, I…I will get married this year!
It was another song, a pretty good one, but not that one, not her favorite.
Okay, if that song will be among the first three – I will get married, just not this year, she flirted with the destiny a bit
It’s always like that, she thought melancholically shuffling her feet across the damp marine promenade. I will wait and wait until I give up and miss on my happiness. That’s how it always goes.
She often made a wish – on a first song, on bus №8, on a tasty watermelon. If this watermelon will be tasty – I’ll find a good job for sure. And then, choking on its tasteless pink flesh that reminded her of cucumber, she tried to convince herself that this watermelon was delicious.
But no job and no husband came along, and she was plodding, barely alive, out of the store where she was selling pastrami while waiting for the good and right job to come along, and dragging herself towards the bus stop where she stubbornly made a wish: if the bus number two hundred and eighteen will come first, tomorrow I will get a call from my dream job.
She normally plodded along the sea, deeply inhaling warm and damp smell, looking at the foam climbing on the shore, the response of the former sun just over the horizon, and the smile wondered through her face, touching her eyes and the tip of her nose, and finally reaching the corners of her mouth.
“Oh, hi there, sea” – She was whispering earnestly. “How are you doing? Me?.. Not so great, what do you think? Slicing stupid pastrami for twelve hours straight! I will never ever eat ham again, ew…” The sea was sighing in sympathy and shaking the wave. “Never mind” – She tried to play it brave. “Don’t you worry, I’m sure to find the greatest job and meet the man of my dreams, ugly and goofy, I know I will! And everything will be fine in my life!” The sea was throwing some foam at her in agreement and hooted in anticipation.
She noticed the sad crow on the railing from far away, and of course, immediately made a wish: if the crow won’t fly away when I come closer, I will meet the man of my dreams today! She shifted into soft cat-like stroll, not to scare away the fortune.
And the crow didn’t even think of flying away. The crow was sad, hungry and wet. And it stared at the woman insinuatingly approaching her with a vague hope – perhaps she will share some food?
“I won” – She rejoiced, rummaging through her pockets, “I had some…Oh, here it is!” – And she handed the hungry messenger of the destiny a half-crumbled cookie.
The crow loudly thanked its crow god and swallowed the cookie at once.
“May I join you, or is it a party just for two?”
“What a stupid movie phrase”, – She thought, before turning around.
“I’m sorry, I sometimes speak like a dude from TV show” – Said the ugly and goofy man of her dreams with a big smile, happily eying her cheeks, blushed from the wind. “You see, I’m a screenwriter for these shows. Soon enough I will start communicating with people strictly through soundtracks”, – And sang on the top of his lungs, “I was looking for you for so looong, while you floated among the staaars…”
“That’s a new one”, – He explained, slightly embarrassed. “By the way, would you like to try a guest appearance in one of the episodes? You have such a vivid face, and unbelievably beautiful eyes”.
She turned towards the crow in astonishment.
It tapped its beak reproachfully on the iron railing. One cookie, the messenger of heavens hinted, only one half-crumbled cookie.
“I have some pastrami” – He announced, opening his backpack, – “We shall make a feast!”
Pastrami again, she wailed in her heart. And said out loud: “Great, cookies and pastrami – that’s awesome, I love it!” “Cah!” – The crow enthusiastically agreed.
Drowning sun cast a golden path on the sea. THAT song, her favorite, was playing in her earphones as a soundtrack.
“Okay”, – She thought, “That can’t be, that really looks like some scene from a TV show…”
“Stop that”, – The sea snorted, “Don’t be so picky. So it’s a little bit over the top, so what? We also love it when everything fits…”
“Yeah”, – The crow grunted, “How do I get some more pastrami…oh, okay, now everything is going to be all right, I swear, everything is going to be just fine!”
Translated by Diana Shnaiderman-Pereira