The writing prompt for this was – “Hole”
You Have a Holy – What?
As a kid, I always dreamed I had a hole in my hand. This was not visible to the outside world, but I could access it. The idea probably originated from my reading of Green Lantern and Flash comics. When superheroes needed their super suits to rescue someone in distress, they just popped open a ring or some small object, and their miniaturized little suit would appear and immediately grow to its regular size.
So, I wanted something just like that. I didn’t like rings and the like, so I wanted a hole in my hand. From this hole, I could pull out any object I wanted that I might need. Sure, I wanted to be a superhero, and with this hole storage area, I managed to pull out weapons and other necessary items in my fight against crime. However, that wasn’t its only purpose. Anything I wanted could be miniaturized and stored in my endless storage compartment in my hand.
If I needed an extra table and chairs for an event. They were in my hand. If I needed a casserole dish to prepare a meal (which I didn’t do much of as a kid); the hand had it.
I just needed to think of something I wanted; it might have been something I never heard of before that day, and it was there for the taking in my hand. When I was done using whatever I created. It would shrink back and go right into storage again.
For most of my childhood, this belief continued in my mind. I even envisioned it in my waking hours.
Don’t you all wish that you could have that capability? Think of the money you’d save.
Now, for the hole in my head, which I’ve been told numerous times that I must have, that is a (w)hole other story. Maybe I’ll write about that sometime…if the idea doesn’t escape my head.
