A Bigly Wish of Will
By: J Lenni Dorner
William turned off his computer. He strolled to the balcony door to shut and lock it, but paused to look up at the night sky. “That’s what I want,” he said to the first star he spotted. “Star of light, oh star so bright, please grant the wish I make tonight! I long for the great idea talked about in that video to happen. I want to experience the dream discussed.”
Will shut his eyes and wished extra hard. He realized that it was a daft way for a grown man to behave, but it might also be considered positive thinking.
The morning came with thunderous boom. Will checked that his wife was all right, then his children, and last his mama. They had all been awoken by the sound, but none were the cause. William headed downstairs. His dog was at the back door, barking up a storm, but was not the cause of the boom.
It was his front door, which was on the floor.
Several human-like beings sauntered in. Will stared at their bio-luminescent skin, which lit up his walls in hues of green, blue, and pink. They walked around in his house, nodding in agreement with each other, generally seeming pleased. He followed two of the pink ones to his kitchen. They sniffed the fruit in the basket on the counter.
His coffee maker clicked on. The pink ones hissed and yelped in a high pitched language Will did not know. Will’s dog threw himself at the back door in a seeming attempt to knock it down.
“What’s going on down there?” Will’s wife called from upstairs. She then screamed. The sound turned to a gurgle and then stopped.
One of the glowing blue men pointed something at Will. He made high pitched sounds and gestured with his arms. When Will gave no response, the blue one motioned to two of the green ones, who grabbed Will and carried him to the back door.
More high pitched noises were made. The dog had never looked so fierce as he beat his paws against the sliding glass door. It had cracked in several places. Will wasn’t sure if he hoped the dog would get in and attack the intruders or if he hoped his dog would run to get help. Another blue one walked from his neighbor’s yard, stepped through the shared vegetable garden, and pointed something at the dog. There was a gurgling sound. Then there was no more dog.
Will’s legs went out from under him. It wasn’t just seeing that happen to his dog. He realized that same sound had just come from his wife.
These glowing beings were upstairs.
Will fought against the green ones that held him. He fought to get to his family.
Gurgling sounds were all around him. His neighbors were being taken out. He didn’t know if he could help them.
Time went by. Months, maybe years. Will lived in the battered remains of the doghouse. He was a slave to the glowing ones. He came to understand some of their gestures and sounds. They had conquered his town. Based on the maps, they intended to conquer much more. Every time a resistance came to fight them, the gurgling sound repeated.
Will saw his daughter from time to time. She belonged to the blue ones that lived down the street. Every time their eyes met, he wished he could kill her. There was no getting around it. Will’s daughter had suffered beyond the point from which a mind could recover. His mama had died, probably from a heart attack. Will saw some of her all the time. The glowing ones decorated with parts of her corpse. It made him sick. Will’s son, … that fate was unknown. He wished on stars every clear night that his son had gotten away and was safe. Will knew this was a daft wish, but it was the only positive thinking he had left.
When Will was a very old man, the glowing beings made him an offer. He could continue to live in the dog house and be a slave, or he could live in the pantry and have a cooking job. The job did not pay much. For the privilege of the job, remaining alive, and the accommodations in the pantry, Will had to give half of his pay back to the blue glowing beings. They assured him that this was for the best, and that all the green and pink beings also gave this amount. It was to thank the blue ones for being rulers. They had to live in the best accommodations and do the least amount of manual labor, and that required funding. The blue ones also had to be thanked for not using the gurgle weapons on them.
The pantry, Will’s new living quarters, was stocked by his neighbor’s descendants, Mary and Balroo117. There wasn’t much that the garden grew anymore since the beings had done terrible things to the land. Balroo117 wanted to take the deal to be an employee. He was half green and could fit in a little. But Mary said she’d sooner be a slave than give a tribute of her earnings. It was hard to understand her reasoning. The beings decided her logic was based on the intention of one day rising up. Even though Mary was weaponless, near blind, and only had one working leg, they decided she was a threat. The beings took another quarter of the pay from all humans. They used it to build a wall three thousand feet high in Will’s yard.
The wall didn’t intersect the street, or the yards behind the houses. It crushed the garden. The blue beings marveled at the magnificent wall.
Will looked to the stars. “I wish I had been more specific about which side of the experience I wanted. This is a dystopian nightmare, not a utopian dream.”
Word Count: 993 FCA
Sharing this song because it’s the song that most reminds me of a Utopian Dream.
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