A Wish Granted
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1 min readMay 19, 2014
“I’ve existed for millenia. Every few hundred years, one of you mortal things finds my lamp, begging me for wealth and power. Tell me, tiny human, what is it you wish for?”
The little girl fidgeted with her doll and shuffled bare feet.
“My village is sick. I wish everyone was better.”
The djinn blinked. “So pure. It is done, little one.”
She looked up, eyes wide. “Really? Do you want to be my friend? I wish you were my friend!”
Bound to a doll, he existed seven thousand more years; he only truly lived the next fifty.
