"Well, now," A girl said. "This should be interesting."
I jarred around to face her. She was a tall girl, slightly muscular, and had diamond shaped eyes the same color as the ancient tin of the lamp. Her eyes held the same look as the snake had, cold and distant and piercing.
She hadn't been there a moment before.
"Who are you?" I asked, my mouth speaking before my brain could decide on what to say.
"Hah." She said. "Same question--" She squinted at me. "Similar face."
"What?"
"Just saying, you're very like the last person who lit me. What's the date today?"
"February fourth."
"Year?"
"2021."
"You're very obedient. Maybe I'll keep you."
"I think not." My brain had settled. "You're that lamp, aren't you-- you're a--"
"You may call me Jeanie."
"Isn't that a bit on the nose?"
"Jeanie with a J. But, yes, with a G, that would be a bit obvious."
"A genie." I marveled. "Named Jeanie."
"I said you could call me Jeanie. I didn't say that was my name." She pointed her nose in the air as she said this. But her strange eyes were laughing.
"Ah." I'd never really spoken with a girl like this before. "So, three wishes?"
"Yes." She purred. "Three wishes."
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Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!
FantasyAbel is a daydreamer. Things that will never happen, the impossible, are planned neatly in his head, while the possible is left up to chance. However, the impossible becomes possible when Able finds a magic oil-lamp in his grandparent's basement la...
