April 14
An Ekphrastic Response to The Wishing Bean

An alleyway scene viewed from Fatima's window, April 14
“This is gonna work for sure,” breathed Lydia as she reached into the metal bucket and pulled out a tiny brown bean. “My ol’ granny says ain’t no man can resist the power of a wishing bean.”
Behind her, Maxwell shook his head in disbelief. “Lydia, you is one crazy girl. All this magic for a fella who don’t even know you exist.”
Lydia shrugged. “Not yet he don’t. But he will. This bean gonna make sure of that. Now c’mon, this recipe says I need some runnin water to toss this thing in. Let’s go down to the Mississippi.”
Maxwell followed reluctantly, taking in the way the sunlight glistened on Lydia’s jet black hair. She was the only girl he’d ever really loved, and now she was going to wish for another man’s love with the wishing bean she’d made.
They reached the muddy riverbank. “Alright Max, let’s see us some magic,” Lydia said, taking the bean out of her pocket.
Maxwell froze. He wanted to tell Lydia everything, that he had always loved her, that they were perfect for each other. But all he could get out was, “Why are you doing this?”
Lydia rolled her eyes, and before Maxwell could stop her, she yelled the name of a man she’d never even talked to and sent the bean sailing into the sludgy river. And just like that, Maxwell felt his heart being wrenched in two.
They say he died of the broken heart disease.


Elizabeth Huey

The Wishing Bean.jpg
The Wishing Bean.jpg