“Who has disturbed my slumber?” a voice boomed from a plume of smoke pouring from an ancient oil lamp.
Gideon watched with delight. All his years searching had come to this; he found a genie.
“I get three wishes right?” Gideon asked.
The genie looked disappointed, “can I at least get a ‘hello’? Maybe some small talk before the wish stuff? I’ve been in there for decades. Is savory food in jello molds still a thing? Someone wished for that. I made that happen. Disgusting.”
“You did that?”
“You know what, keep the wishes. I can’t handle this.”