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One Wish Away – Katra

The following is a character sketch/short story/chain of events/steam of consciousness themed on the music video and lyrics of the song One Wish Away, by a band known as Katra.

She was born blind. For almost nine years, she had been blind.

Her appearance was nothing special, dark red hair, bandages to cover her eyes. Her parents dressed her in all white, almost looking like a very wrinkled wedding gown. However, she had an ability. Over children shunned her for her blindness. Alone she discovered the ability to walk through the pages of a book.

She had long forgotten her birthday, but today was her ninth. Like most days, she walked along the wall to the room she spent her hours in, every day. The floor was littered with leaves, and there was an austere natural feel about it. There was one wooden chair, and a table with a single book atop it. She clasped her hands together and whispered a prayer to the stars.

“Keep me safe and guard my way if I go too far.”

She pressed a palm against a page, and sank into the depths of the book. One long corridor, with many doors spanning the sides. She walked slowly down the corridor, feeling along the dark, cold, stone wall. She had already visited many of these doors. As she walked forward looking for an unexplored door, she could sense a change in the level of the ground ahead. A stairway.

She did not see the light emanating from the top of the stairs, but she went on. The light consumed her.

At this moment, a force possessed her body. A kindle burning. A fiery heat building up inside her eyes. Pressed her hands against the bandage over her eyes, she could feel the heat. It was not imaginary. Slowly, she reached behind her head to untie the bandages, to release the fire.

It ejected itself from her optical cavity, complete with searing purifying pain. Besides the pain, she could also detect something odd. Water was also seeping out of her eyes, washing away the fire. By closing her eyes, she could easily rise and leave all the tears behind. But she kept them open.

The fires subsided. She could see. Her dream. Her wish, exactly 365 days ago, hovering over the candles on he eighth birthday. She had never felt so alive.

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