Djinn Bottle
By Jacey Bedford
"What do you want?" he asked.
"What do I want?" I blinked and tried to think, but my brain wouldn’t work.
"That was the question."
"I . . ."
I ground to a halt. What did I want? Power, wealth, love, eternal life, good health? Possibilities rose to the surface of the bubbling pan of my mind, and sank again.
Excessive alcohol will do that to you.
"Do I have to decide now?"
The djinn swelled to twice his previous size and tried to look menacing, but I’d found the bottle, broken the seal, drunk the contents and set him free, so according to Gamma Wilkes I was safe. He was in my debt and he couldn’t harm me, no matter how fearsome he looked.
"Don’t try that on me." I suppose I should have been scared, but the booze made me cocky. "Answer the damn question!"
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