Word Count: 494
By Peg Scarano
It had been one of those days when nothing went right and everything went wrong. Everyone was finally in bed and asleep and I decided I needed something stronger than a Klondike bar. I went to the cabinet and found an old bottle of red wine, grabbed the cork screw and a glass and sat down in a comfy chair.
As I struggled to remove the cork, the bottle seemed to come alive in my hand. I set it down and watched amazed, as a puff of smoke followed by a staggering genie emerged.
As the disoriented genie gradually gained her balance, she gave me an inebriated smile and muttered, “Hey, darlin’! Looks like it’s your lucky day! You’ve got me and three wishes coming your way!”
I blinked and shook my head to refocus my eyes. “Are you kidding me? If it’s OK, I think I’d like to have a glass of wine and think about this for a moment.”
She gave me an intoxicated wink with a bloodshot eye and slurred, “You can sure do that darlin’, but I hope you have another bottle because I kinda drained this one.”
“I sure wish you hadn’t done that!” I whined.
“Well, that’s a darn shame, darlin’. You just used one of your wishes and I can’t grant that particular wish without hurling and that would be environmentally unsafe and not very tasty for you.”
“What kind of genie are you? Are you telling me you cannot come up with another bottle of wine?” I whined again.
“You didn’t wish for another bottle of wine, darling’,” she uttered. “And I’m really a very good genie. Why, have you ever made a wish on your birthday candles and have it come true? Have you ever had a successful wish on a rainbow, a leprechaun or a white horse? And how many times have you wished upon a falling star, a wishbone or a lady bug, but to no avail? I bet you have lost hundreds of dollars tossing coins into a fountain or down a wishing well. And let me tell you, darlin’, those fluffy dandelions, wishing stones, feathers and falling leaves aren’t what they’re cracked up to be either, are they?”
I got all blurry-eyed and cried, “Oh, I wish you hadn’t said that! I have lovely memories of making wishes on all of those things as a child!”
“Aw, darlin’, I’m sorry. But there goes your second wish,” the genie drawled.
“Oh, you really are a piece of work!” I moaned as I went to grab the empty bottle to hit her over the head. Suddenly, I saw a lone eyelash on the back of my hand. Remembering another childhood wonderment, I closed my eyes, blew the eyelash and wished this genie would return to her bottle. I slowly opened my eyes. The eyelash had disappeared and a full bottle of red wine was awaiting my pleasure. Who said wishes don’t come true?!