"I just feel so alone, sometimes. No hobbies.
I've lost track of my friends from high school, college, my last
job." Clifton sighed and rubbed at
his mustache. "I just wish there
was a place I could go, somewhere where everybody knows my name. I don't even have to be loved, or
anything. Just known. Just accepted."
"GRANTED," rumbled the genie, towering over him in
its column of smoke. The cloud
descended, and darkness fell.
Clifton waited.
"Hello?" he
said at last. "What's going
on? Is anyone there?"
No answer.
"It's me!" he shouted into the echoing dark. "It's Cliff!"
1 comment:
Those genies will get you every time.
Post a Comment