There was just the slightest hint of winter’s icy touch on the October breeze. Mark sat uneasily on the wooden, park bench under the gray sky twirling a quarter between his fingers. Before him, a young woman was hunched over the base of the old, stone well whimpering, distracting his thoughts. She looked as if she had just come from a funeral; her overcoat, high-heeled boots and dress were all black. He wondered if he should warn her– wondered if it would do any good.
“Shit!” she said as her own coin slipped from her grasp. Metallic echoes emanated from the well. It sounded like the coin was hitting every jutting stone along its path.
She turned to him, her watery eyes longing for human compassion. “Do you think it will still come true?”
“It doesn’t matter how the coin gets there, just that it gets there,” he answered.
“But I didn’t hear it hit the water.”
“No one ever does.”
Her lips cracked what had to pass for a smile. She walked away slowly, quietly reciting the old nursery rhyme:
Colonel Thornton saved the day,
Into the well, the coin he cast away
The lives of many relied on the toss,
Because of his magic, not one soul was lost
Mark was finally alone with his thoughts. He sat quietly reviewing everything about the night his life changed eighteen years ago– the night he made the wish.
****
Brenda was the love of his life; she had been since they played together forever. But everything changed when they started high school. He had taken their friendship for granted too long, proclaimed his feelings too late. Trevor was her first real boyfriend-her only real boyfriend.
Mark often admired her from afar. He dreamed about caressing her long, blonde hair while their lips touched. The thought of Trevor in his place was like a knife twisting in his stomach, the pain of losing a first love he never fully had.
The sight of Brenda and Trevor together at the movies that night was too much for him. It was under the glow of a full moon he stood at the well. He turned, preparing to throw the coin over his shoulder when the call startled him.
“Stop!” the deep, crackly voice cried as the old man slid out from behind the statue of Colonel Thornton.
Stunned, Mark just stared at the man as he approached. It wasn’t unusual for drunken bums to drown their sorrows in Thornton Park and this guy didn’t seem like an exception. His gray beard looked as dirty as his torn clothes and he held a whiskey bottle in his hand.
“Know the history before you commit yourself, sonny”
“I know the history,” he answered.
“Then tell me!”
Mark held the coin tightly in his fist. “Colonel Thornton wished for victory against the British and threw in a coin.” He paused to look the old drunk up and down. “He beat the British, saved the town and not one of his soldiers was injured.” He let out a frustrated sigh, ” So what’s your point?”
“My point sonny, is that you don’t know shit!” He took a gulp from his best friend. “His grandson fell into the well and died fifty years later. Ever since then, that damn thing has been a pit of despair.” He pointed to the stone well, “I tell you, evil lives down there.”
“Alright, so maybe it won’t come true. I figured it was a long shot, but it’s my dime to try.” He was growing impatient with the old man.
“I’ve watched desperate people come here for years making wishes to that accursed thing– like praying to a fucking god.” he gulped his friend again. “And they always return with their tattered lives dragging behind them.”
“I wish Brenda to be mine, forever,” he said as he tossed the coin over his shoulder.
The old man inched close enough so that Mark could smell the sour mash. “Oh, it’ll come true alright, but the outcome is its choice. Those murky waters down there know your deepest desires and will twist them– darken them.”
He started to stagger away, but turned back for one final inspiration. “You should have heeded the warning, sonny. But after tonight, maybe you’ll listen to me. Don’t come back and try to reverse it, you’ll only make matters worse.”
As he walked home that night, he tried to express his deepest desires to himself. He just wanted to be with Brenda, to have her love him like she could love no other. He longed to make passionate love to her, to be inside her, to hear her moans and be the cause of them. Most of all he wanted Trevor out of the picture. He wanted something to unite them together so that another Trevor could never interfere. If any of those came true, he figured it was a dime well spent.
****
Mark was awakened in darkness by the warm fingers that were wrapping themselves around his cock. He opened his eyes as Brenda’s hair brushed across his face. The smell of stale cigarette smoke filled the room. She pulled the sheet down, straddled him– inserted him.
“Hard and fast tonight,” she whispered to him and let out a gentle moan.
The bedsprings screamed their dismay under the strain of Brenda’s vigorous movements as she rode him. “Fuck me harder!” She demanded, and then leaned down to sink her teeth into his earlobe.
His hips were jerking violently as he attempted to reach the depths of her yet unexplored. The once cool sheets were now drenched from the sweat of their lovemaking. She cried out in ecstasy as he exploded within her.
Mark writhed beneath her, but she collapsed upon him. “I just love having you inside me.” And she meant it. Even when they finished she enjoyed lying on top of him– holding his soft cock between her lips.
He rolled her off to the side and got out of bed. Turning on the light, he stared down at her. She was still quite beautiful even though the gray was threatening to invade her blonde hair.
“Brenda…..”
“Uh– rules, rules,” she cut him off. “Only when we’re in bed.”
“Sorry. Mom, can’t we cut down a bit, maybe skip a night?”
“Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”
“No,” he replied. “It’s just that you come in here at 3 am every morning and expect me to perform. I have to get up for class in a few hours.”
“Since your father left, you’re all I have.” Her expression changed to anger. “Now I work every night at that goddamn bar to put food on the table and get you through school. The least you can do is satisfy me!”
Mark looked to the floor. He was ashamed of himself for even asking.
“I’m sorry, honey, but I look forward to this all night when I’m working.” She began rubbing between her legs with her hand. “Now come on, do that thing with your tongue I love so much.”
He obliged, crawling back into bed. She grabbed his hair as she shoved her dripping pussy in his face.
“I hope Trevor burns in hell for leaving us,” she stated, moaning with delight at the tongue-lashing she received from her son.
***************
Mark stood up and put the quarter back in his pocket. He figured it was better to heed the old man’s advice and not try to reverse the wish. There must have been worse things than an 18-year-old boy fucking his mother that was twice his age. After all, he was in love with her when they were the same age — back before his wish. Hell, he still loved her.
All of his deepest desires had come true. The final piece of the puzzle fit into place that morning; they would be united. Before he left for school, Brenda revealed that she was pregnant.
As he walked past the statue of Colonel Thornton, a wicked laugh echoed from the well. He wondered about the woman that had been there earlier– the one that dropped the coin.
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