The Magic Mirror: contos, #1

By jessica diogo

Embrace the journey of hope, love, and redemption in this captivating tale that will tug at your heartstrings and leave you spellbound until the very end.

In a hospital room adorned with balloons and birthday cheer, lies Michelle, trapped in a coma for years. Surrounded by loved ones, she remains oblivious to their efforts to break the spell that binds her. But amidst the despair, a flicker of hope emerges when a mysterious janitor, Jason, takes matters into his own hands.

With determination in his heart and a secret plan in motion, Jason embarks on a daring mission to defy fate and awaken Michelle from her slumber. As the clock ticks and the stakes rise, he risks everything to rewrite destiny and bring her back to life.

Meanwhile, Angela, Michelle's young daughter, clings to the belief that magic holds the key to her mother's awakening. With innocence and determination, she unravels a tale of enchanted mirrors and hidden truths, leading her family on a journey of discovery and self-discovery.

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, love and sacrifice shine brightly as Margaret and Kenneth, Michelle's devoted companions, grapple with impossible choices and unforeseen consequences. Together, they confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets, forging bonds that transcend time and space.

But as the flames of destiny threaten to consume them all, Jason and his allies must confront their own demons and embrace the power of redemption. For in the face of adversity, miracles can happen, and love can conquer all.

Join us on an unforgettable odyssey of faith, courage, and the enduring power of the human spirit. Experience the magic of "A Song for Michelle" and discover the true meaning of love's triumph over adversity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: jessica diogo
• Release date: Apr 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224221530

jessica diogo

Ricardo Almeida is a writer and journalist, graduated in the Brazilian city of João Pessoa in 2007. He specializes in investigative journalism. In addition to his journalistic work, he is a speaker and writer. It shares its knowledge at conferences, workshops and publications, with the aim of disseminating information about society. Your commitment is to help others achieve a balanced and meaningful life.

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The Magic Mirror

The Magic Mirror

The hospital room, decked out with balloons, a happy birthday, sign, and fresh roses,

felt spacious and cheery.

However, Michelle, a young woman in a coma for several years, couldn't appreciate the

festive atmosphere or hear the soft voice of a little girl by her sight.

La la la, la la la, and the evil sorceress enchanted the fairy.

The fairy fell asleep, and no one knew how to break the spell.

The medical machines beat indifferently, maintaining Michelle's dwindling life.

Equally indifferent was the man standing nearby.

We gotta go.

They're pulling the plug in an hour.

He said quietly, Kenneth, maybe we should hold off.

Margaret, clad in a white coat, nervously clasped her hands, glancing from Michelle

to Kenneth.

You're back at it, Margaret.

We agreed to do this after her birthday.

What's the hold up?

I read about this guy who woke up after five years in a coma.

She persisted.

Maybe there's a chance, sweetheart.

There's no chance her brain's still ticking.

Kenneth replied.

Even if she wakes up, she might be a vegetable for life.

You know her.

Would she want that?

It's tough for me too.

Michelle's my wife.

She's Angela's mom.

He added, glancing at their daughter, who plucked a fairy doll.

After a pause, he shook his head.

But I don't want to keep torturing her or us.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Little Angela looked up.

Are we gonna see the fairy tomorrow?

No, Angela.

We're not.

He said.

Angela placed the doll on Michelle's bed.

Everything softly.

Then she hurried to Margaret, heading for the exit.

Mom.

What about the day after tomorrow?

She asked.

Margaret didn't answer.

She just took Angela's hand and left.

Kenneth lingered by Michelle's bed a moment longer.

Then grabbed a bouquet of roses, tore down the sign, and wrapped the flowers in it.

He'd done all he could.

But hope has its limits too.

Ignoring everyone.

Kenneth worked down the hospital corridor past a janitor scolding a young intern, young

fool, smoking in the utility room.

You trying to start a fire?

Jason.

The janitor didn't respond.

Jason watched as Kenneth tossed the roses and followed him.

Through the blinds, he saw Kenneth slip an envelope of cash to a doctor, who quickly counted

it.

They shook hands.

And Kenneth left.

Jason caught up on the stairs.

Don't do it.

I can fix her.

Not now.

Old man.

Kenneth said.

Shaking him off.

Give me a year.

And I'll get her back.

Jason yelled.

Just a year.

Meanwhile, Margaret struggled to help Angela with her coat.

But Angela insisted on doing it herself.

I got it.

Fine.

Do it yourself.

Margaret said.

Then noticed Kenneth.

She nudged Angela toward the door.

Go on, sweetie.

She said, then turned to Kenneth and handed him the coat.

He's asking permission for his experiment again.

She asked.

Crazy janitor.

Kenneth replied.

Won't let it go.

Kenneth.

Maybe we should give him a chance.

They say he was a good neurosurgeon.

What chance?

Margaret.

Kenneth sighed.

We've tried everything.

It's over.

With determined strides.

He left the hospital.

Margaret barely keeping up with him.

Neither of them noticed the smoke billowing from the windows of the ward where Michelle,

motionless and helpless, was about to be disconnected from the machines sustaining her fading life.

The doctor, already in Michelle's room, didn't pay attention to the emerging fire as he filled

a syringe with a yellowish liquid.

But when a janitor appeared behind him with a bucket and mop, he sharply turned and snapped

at her.

Gloria.

Get out.

I need to clean the floors.

She grumbled later.

The doctor wasn't going to continue his task in her presence.

Typical.

I'll wait later.

Grumbled Gloria as she left the room, immediately shouting in the corridor.

What's going on?

Is he smoking again?

Fire.

What's happening?

Fire.

Fire.

People rushed around the ward.

So much smoke.

Someone yelled.

Get to the stairs.

So much smoke.

The doctor quickly glanced at the door, then turned to Michelle and slowly injected the

medicine into her fort tube, mixing it with the solution already flowing into her bloodstream.

Then he hastily left the room, and on the monitor tracking Michelle's heart, the endless

green line replaced the steady zigzags, taking advantage of the chaos.

Jason slipped into Michelle's room and understood instantly.

With great effort, he managed to restart her heart.

Exhaling only when the green line, flickering, returned to its rhythmic zigzags, several

days passed.

Gloomy Kennev stood by the open grave where his wife's coffin was about to be lowered.

Margaret, clutching crimson roses, didn't raise her eyes, and silently listened to the

pre-straw-nout voice saying a prayer, five years in a coma, only to perish in a fire.

She took her head, the not so young, but still beautiful woman with a lace black shawl over

her hair.

Montieu, my god, my poor girl, they slowly lowered the coffin into the grave, and Kennev,

bending down, threw the first handful of soil onto it.

Young one, the priest spoke, sorrowfully folding his hands, and no one came to see