This weeks words: Genie Wear Flask Bleed Amethyst Crease Sidereal (determined by or from the stars, relating to the stars) Duration Rubatosis (n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.) Drawback Furious Wish
I wish I wish I wish, the lamp was old it was a possibility when you think I lived most of my life in fantasyland.
There was a swoosh and a puff of smoke and there in front of me was the genie. It looked the most bored genie you could imagine. Nothing like the one I grew up with on television.
She was considerably dishevelled and quite irritated. In fact it appeared I had upset her afternoon soap opera viewing and so was more furious than irritated. She was wearing dungarees and a bush hat, a cigarette hanging from one side of her mouth and in her hand a small flask of what I assumed was some sort of alcohol, as she did appear a little tipsy.
She looked at me and I at her. I had that sudden feeling of rubatosis as I was uncertain as to what she was going to say or do. My heart was pounding, the rubatosis was getting worse as it had in the few seconds that had passed gone from a slow waltz to a more hip hop beat.
On her finger she wore an amethyst ring of astronomical proportions its purple sheen complementing her purple dungarees.
It can’t be easy being a genie and being at the beck and call of anyone who rubbed you anyway let alone the wrong way. There are drawbacks with any occupation and it couldn’t have been easy for this genie who looked for the most part as if she was sidereal or as my mum would say, off with the stars.
She tapped her foot impatiently for the duration it took me to think of three wishes during which the creases in her face deepened with her own anxiety as I knew she was thinking of being other places that right here.
Her final words after I had stated my wishes was to sarcastically remark that her heart bled for me before disappearing in a cloud of smoke back into the lamp.