Microscopic Stories

The Lamp

The Lamp

When Ali came across the old lamp in the antique shop, he knew exactly what to do. He bought it and hurried home.

Once there, he found a suitable cloth and rubbed vigorously at the lamp. A thin stream of smoke issued from the spout and coalesced into the shape of a genie hovering in the air.

“Okay, you got me,” said the genie. “You get one wish.”

“What, only one? It’s always three.” Ali felt cheated.

The genie sneered. “Nah, that was a failed business model. These days it’s one only and you have to finish cleaning the lamp.”


Word count: 100
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