I got to get this idea out of head or at least start it going….

Prologue

The Bar. One drink, one wish minimum.

Nick

I walked into the bar frowning at old western feel of the airport adult bar area then I shrugged. What the hell it was Texas.

I walked. Inside feeling jetlag and parched for drink of any kind. I had a layover for an hour until my flight back home to Baltimore and I needed time to think about my life.

I had just realized that my college days were over and I had no money or wish to be lawyer anymore. What the fuck was I going to do?

I sat down at the bar and the bartender walked up as he was cleaning a mug. He had a charming grin and friendly blue eyes.

“What will you have? A wish first or a drink. One a piece and no one more.” He asked.

I frowned at him. “Coffee. No sugar or cream.” I said.

“Drink first it is. What’s troubling you friend?” He asked as he fixed me a drink.

“Life. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing and I have to go back home and tell my parents college is out.” I said and then looked at his name tag on his shirt.

Cole.

Cole fixed me up a cup of steaming coffee. “No big deal. You’ll figure it out. Your a man. You’re only, what? Eighteen?”

“I’m twenty-two. I don’t know. What’s with the one wish line?”

Cole shrugged. “Policy around here. One drink, one wish come true to your biggest issue.” He said with a silly grin. “What’s your wish?”

I decided to play along. I stared to say a billionaire business when a heard a song come from the big screen on the wall.

It was theme song to the first Crocodile Dundee movie. To a favorite 1980s movie my father and I shared.

The feel of that song. The attitude and masculine balls of Dundee. Fit to the man and the way he lived his life.

I wish…..

“Granted.” Cole said.

I blinked. Cole snapped his fingers and a plane ticket appeared in his hand. He held it out to me.

“What is it?”

“A ticket to your destiny.” He said.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg