Cinderella had her glass slippers…
Dorothy, of Oz, had her ruby ones.
Maxwell Smart could call CONTROL with his telephonic-loafers…
Even Forest Gump had his special cross-country sneakers.
And now, I had found my treasure.
I had been window-shopping on the bustling side streets of Delhi for most of the afternoon when I spied them…
… Beautifully crafted white leather pointed-pumps with ivory-hewn buckles.
I could not believe my luck.
As I caressed the elegant lining of the left pump, my finger snagged a rough edging. The irregularity was not in the workmanship. A yellowed paper was wedged beneath the ivory buckle.
Feeling a sudden trepidation, I stepped behind the bustling shopping aisle and carefully unfolded it.
I recognized the lettering … It was written in Sanskrit.
“If only I could read Sanskrit,” I thought.
Instantaneously, the yellowed paper warmed and the lettering suddenly transmuted into English. WARNING: THREE WISHES. Two wishes remain.
I was astounded. One of my wishes I had already wasted.
“I wish I had a quieter place to think.”
Suddenly stone walls surrounded me. A small beam of light shone from a barred window high above.
“STOP THINKING!” I shrieked into the emptiness of the cell.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: February, 24, 2019.