The Genie and the Girl: Part 1

Ah, the selfishness of mankind. The very thing that earned him this job. How could any human being hope for work? It boggled the mind. But then, humans earn rewards. What was his reward? His awesome power? No. Even that couldn’t compare to freedom. And at least a human could quit at any time. If not that, then retire. There was no retirement in his future. He was trapped forever. Forced to be a slave to humanity. He was a genie after all.

In a flash of smoke, the genie wafted out of his lamp. He’d done this for so long he didn’t even have to wonder why. He now had a new master.  A million possible outcomes swarmed his mind. How fast would this person use up all three of their wishes? He remembered some using them up in a matter of minutes. As bossy as they were, it was a little disappointing. He’d barely been out long enough to admire the outside. It was a nice change to his throw pillows and solid gold walls. There was only one occurrence when someone used all three wishes in seconds. Just a few meager items. Bitter, he’d hoped that person was not satisfied at all.

So who was it this time? Some rich debutante? Some bratty, spoiled, rotten child? He lowered his gaze. It was indeed a child. A young girl, no older than eleven or twelve. She was wearing a red jacket, black jeans and she was and holding an umbrella. A slight drizzle sprinkled the ground. He had no idea how his lamp got here. It had been decades since someone rubbed it. Anything could’ve happened to it.