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Penny Wishes was Captain Webster's creation carved out of the Spells 'R Us
universe. And J. Pennington Pennyworth was his character. I can only hope I do
him proud.
There is no overt transformation in this story, but it is something that I
wanted, perhaps needed, to write since I heard of the Captain's passing.
This story is for the Captain.
And for JDG.
And also for my father, who lost his fight with lung cancer.
Penny Wishes: Time of Sadness
By Bill Hart
J. Pennington Pennyworth of the Pembroke Pines Pennyworth's sat alone on his
large cushioned chair and looked forlornly out the large bay window of his
family estate. For no reason that he could comprehend, he felt depressed. And
more alone than he could ever remember being in his entire life.
Even the wish pennies that the old wizard had given him, when he'd committed
himself to spending his entire life helping those who needed a "change" in their
lives, no longer held the appeal they had for him in the past. He just didn't
feel like helping anyone.
For reasons he couldn't understand, it felt as if part of himself, a part of
very being, were somehow missing.
But just thinking of the wish pennies brought a long absent smile to his face
for it reminded him of that day when he'd wandered into that funny little shop
in the nearby mall. Once inside he'd had his first and only meeting, one that
had quite literally changed his life, with the old man who wore a bathrobe while
conducting his business.
Suddenly, J. Pennington Pennyworth had an inspired thought. The old man had
known his name and his need for a "change" in his life that day without having
to be told. The old man had said he was a wizard and could be of assistance.
Maybe he would know what was wrong with him and could fix whatever it was.
With more life than he'd shown in several weeks, J. Pennington Pennyworth
quickly dressed and headed off for the nearby mall. He been there several times
since the old man had given him the wish pennies, but he'd never seen the little
shop again. Maybe he just hadn't been observant, but then maybe the old man's
little shop couldn't be seen unless someone needed to see it.
After arriving at the mall, J. Pennington Pennyworth was relieved to find the
little shop, although it didn't seem to be exactly where he had remembered it
being. Not that that mattered. It looked the same as it had before and as he
entered the shop the same little bell overhead tinkled, just as he'd remembered,
to announce his entrance.
The old man looked up. He smiled for a moment as he recognized his visitor. "Mr.
Pennyworth." he said in a voice tinged with sadness. "Come in. I've been
expecting you."
A large cushioned chair, just like the one he'd left at home appeared on the
usually barren floor of the little shop. "Have a seat." said the old man, who
sat down in a second chair, far less plush, that had also just appeared.
"You know why I've come then?" asked J. Pennington Pennyworth in what was less a
question then a statement of fact.
"Yes, I know." replied the old man with a sadness that J. Pennington Pennyworth
had never heard in his voice before.
"And you'll tell me?" he inquired.
"Yes." replied the old man. "But first, please sit down, my friend, for what I
have to say, is not pleasant."
Quickly, J. Pennington Pennyworth seated himself in the large cushioned chair
that the old man had, he now realized, created just for him. "Tell me straight."
said Mr. Pennyworth. "Do not beat around the bush trying to make the unpleasant
more palatable."
The old man smiled at his friend. "That is one of the things I like most about
you my friend. Quick and to the point. An admirable quality I'm certain you
obtained from him." The old man held up a hand to still a question, he knew was
in his friend's mind. He also knew there would be others.
"Quick and to the point." repeated the old man. "It's _your_ Creator, my friend.
He has passed on."
J. Pennington Pennyworth stared at the old man aghast. "How is that possible?
And what did you mean _my_ Creator? Don't we have the same Creator?"
"It is difficult to explain. But I shall try, even though philosophy was never a
strong point of mine." replied the old man. "You and I live in a world thought
to be a fantasy by those, our Creators if you will, who, it is believed,
fashioned it from their imaginations.
"Our lives are influenced by what happens in their world. We are what our
Creators make of us and we generally reflect in ourselves what is best in the
one who created us.
"But they are not immortal. I have felt the anguish myself when my Creator's
father passed on. It was an empty hollowness, over which I had no control.
Although I doubt that feeling is exactly what you feel now, I am certain it must
be similar.
"It is strange to think of one Creators this way. I often wonder, if they, like
us, have many Creators. And perhaps, their Creators have their own Creators."
"But what am I to do?" asked J. Pennington Pennyworth. "Without a extant
Creator, won't I cease to be?"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." answered the old man. "Sometimes it is possible to
extend past our Creators original intent for us. We take on our own lives and
others provide the spark that allows us to exist."
"But wouldn't that change me?"
"Of course. But deep down you would always be the you who your Creator made. The
core of your being, your soul if you prefer, is always and forever a true
reflection of your Creator. That which he could not countenance your doing, you
will not do."
"But what can I do?"
"A simple question, J. Pennington Pennyworth, deserves an equally simple
answer." replied the old man. "Continue as you have been doing. Continue
distributing the wish pennies to those who require a 'change' in their lives.
It's what he would have wanted you to do."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm as sure as it is possible to be." replied the wizard. "As long as you
continue to hand out wish pennies, your Creator will be remembered by those left
behind. Who could ask for anything better?"
"Thank you." said J. Pennington Pennyworth holding out his hand. "You have given
me much to think upon."
"Anytime, my friend." replied the old man who clasped the proffered hand in his
own. "You are always welcome here ... any time of the day or night."
And with that, J. Pennington Pennyworth, head held high with a renewed purpose
in his life, strode out the door of the little shop and out into the mall.
Someone needed a change in his or her life. He could feel it.
As the tinkling of little bell that marked his exit from the old man's shop
quieted once more, the old man smiled.
"Do you think he'll be alright?" asked a voice from out of the surrounding air.
"I can't tell be certain, but I think he'll be fine." replied the wizard, non-
plussed at speaking to disembodied voices. "However, in the grand scheme of
things, only time will tell, Captain." The old man wiped a tear from his eye.
"Only time will tell."
END
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