I let the lamp drop to my feet. The metallic clank it made with the cave floor brought me back to my senses. “Let me get this straight. Just one wish? That’s it?”
“That’s right,” said the genie. “Just one wish. I’ll warn you though. If you wish for more wishes you will be sad.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Okay, okay. Just give me a second.”
I began to pace. I should be a good person and wish that no one went hungry anymore. Either that or lasting world peace, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I am a good person, honest, but right then I could ask for anything. There was a part of me that wanted to be selfish. I could be the wealthiest person in the world. I could be irresistible to anyone whom I desired.
I could bring back my parents and have one last dinner with them around the kitchen table. Now that brought a tear to my eye. But would that be a good wish? And yet I could…
“Okay genie. I wish for…”
Don’t you wish you knew what I wished for? Go find your own genie!