2 months ago:
This is my week's entry. It's shorter than usual and based off the prompt: You bump into a genie and she offers to grant you three wishes. What are your wishes and what happens after you get them?
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“What do you wish of me?”
I started, spilling the lukewarm remnants of my coffee onto my white blouse. The liquid soaked in quickly and the dark brown stains stared back at me in taunting disapproval.
“Will you
please stop doing that?”
I walked over to my kitchen sink and placed the now empty coffee cup in the sink. The genie stood in the middle of my kitchen, her arms crossed in front of her. Since I had had the great misfortune to stumble across a rusted old lamp in my grandmother’s attic, the genie had stood just like that, like some comical version of the genie from ‘I Dream of Jeannie.’ If only this was a TV show.
“Would you like a clean shirt?”
Yes, I thought. However, my lips formed some other, more colorful words. From the look on the genie’s face, that particular phrase didn’t make sense to her. I walked in a wide circle around her and headed for my bedroom. I had already pulled my stained shirt off and was in the process of putting on a new one before I noticed she was standing in my bedroom.
“Would you please go away?” I begged, my words slightly muffled by the shirt I had over my head. “I don’t want any wishes.”
The genie smiled with false sweetness. “Everyone wants wishes.”
“Not me. I’m happy with what I have and fine with what I don’t have.”
With a new shirt on, I walked back into the living room, my eyes searching the room for my keys. Even before the genie could open her mouth to ask “would you like your keys?” I spotted them under the couch.
“I’ve never had a master who kept their keys in that particular spot.”
“I’m not your master!”
Keys in hand, I headed for the door. It was the reflection of the genie in the mirror that hung next to my front door that caused me to turn around. The genie looked apprehensive, waiting to see if I would cave in and wish for time to stop or a million dollars or the keys to a brand new Porsche.
“I know what I want know. I’m ready to make my first wish.”
It was time to put an end to this. The genie gave me a knowing smile, as if she had heard this many times before.
“Of course you are. What do you wish of me?”
“I wish you would go away and leave me alone.”
Poof! The genie disappeared in a quite literal puff of black smoke. I felt a rush of relief spread over me. Finally, after two weeks of that woman following me around trying to get me to mess up and make a wish which she could twist around and use against me…she was gone. I opened my front door and walked outside.
Something’s wrong. My head reverberated with that thought as I looked around a completely deserted street. There wasn’t a single person in sight. My heart stopped.
“I wish you would go away and leave me alone…”
I was alone. The genie had won.