Friday, May 24, 2019

A Wish

I give to you a conversation in two times eleventy-one words...

A wish?
A wish.
This seems sketchy.
Why, because you didn’t find me in a lamp?
Yeah, for one. What are the conditions?
No conditions.
That doesn’t seem right.
Why is that?
Don’t I get three wishes?
I used to do three. It got… complicated.
What do you mean?
Never mind that. I’m offering a wish. Do you want it?
Yes. Does that mean I can wish for more wishes?
If you’d like.
Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of not giving three wishes?
Nope.
Are you trying to trick me?
Why would I try to trick you?
Why wouldn’t you?
If I had wanted to trick you, I could have interpreted any one of your questions as a wish. I haven’t.
Oh.

He pauses.

Why wouldn’t everyone wish for more wishes?
Not sure.
Has everyone wished for that?
Is that your wish?
What?
To know what everyone else has wished.
No.
I have been lax with you thus far. This is no trick. But beware your next utterance lest you live with regret.

He pauses again.

I want to think about it.

The genie sighs.

Your wish is my command. You will think about the one wish you wish to wish for all your days.

With that, the genie disappears leaving the boy to consider the one wish he could have wished.