I remember the child sitting on my lap. “What would it take for you to do this one thing for me?” he had asked. They warn you about this when you join the corps, but it still amazes you when you hear it.
That’s why I stopped in my tracks and thought hard once I was in the man’s bedroom. What the kid was asking me to do came naturally. Still, I hated the son of a bitch for what he had done to the boy, so I wanted to gift the man something more. All it would take is a slight twitch and justice would be served. I had killed many a person, young and old, male and female, but never while they slept, not in cold blood. That was not who I was, at least not now.
I sheathed my blade and left his son’s note. I thought about leaving a bit of coal behind to emphasize that I saw his naughty ass and if I had wanted he would have been mine, but I am a man of the red cloth. “What would it take? I may only play a saint, but a devil I am not.”
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!