Short Story



Pockets Full Of Wishes

 
 “Don’t put your hands in the pockets!”
Jimmy looked at his sister. “Why not?” he said. “Because, silly, that’s where people keep their wishes. And you’re not supposed to let the wishes out.”
It was just a winter coat, a used one. It was all his parents could afford. Now he stood proudly before the store mirror admiring the blue denim coat with the thick, soft fleece lining that reminded him of grandma’s comforter. But it was the many zippered pockets with their long fancy fobs that caught his eye.
That winter saw endless days of below freezing temperatures, bleak nights of snowfall. The blue denim coat kept Jimmy warm. It kept him dry as he sled down steep hills.
Late one afternoon, while he played alone in the woods, it began to snow. Jimmy knew he should hurry home but within minutes the snowfall became a blizzard.
Then, everything turned white.
It grew dark as night folded over the forest. Try as he may, Jimmy couldn’t find his way. The snow continued to fall. Jimmy became frightened and cold and hungry.
Huddling under a fallen tree, Jimmy cupped his hands and breathed into them. “I wish I hadn’t forgotten my gloves,” he cried. Without thinking, he unzipped the right side pocket and inserted his hand. He felt something soft and familiar. It was his gloves that he left sitting on the mantle.
“I wish it would stop snowing,” Jimmy said, idly unzipping the left side pocket. Seconds later the blizzard stopped.
His sister’s words came back to him: That’s where people keep their wishes.
And he understood now. he called out loudly, “I wish I wasn’t lost!”
Soon a bright full moon lit the snow blanketed forest. Jimmy jumped up and laughed and began to run. The old blue denim coat had saved him.
As he rushed go to his home, one of the coat’s long fobs caught on a branch. It pulled the large zippered bottom pocket open. Jimmy stumbled, landing in a deep snow bank. Digging himself out, and he heard a loud growling.
When he looked up, he saw a huge, hungry wolf with burning red eyes and long sharp teeth stood over him.
Jimmy tried to think. What else had his sister told him? You’re not supposed to let the wishes out.
The great wolf leaped. Jimmy reached for the zipper and tried to pull it closed. But, it was too late.

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