Friday, October 29, 2010

Djinn Fizz

Browning tried not to stare at the blue, glowing man three seats down. Reese slid Browning his usual Scotch, then plopped a glass before the blue man. He cleared his throat. The blue man sighed and handed what looked like a brass gravy bowl to Reese.

"I wish the glasses were clean," Reese intoned gravely. The blue man winced. There was a clatter and a faint smell of soap. Reese returned the brass object, and the blue man downed his drink in a single gulp.

Browning caught at Reese's sleeve. "So what's he drinking?"

Reese raised an eyebrow. "Whattaya think?"

5 comments:

The Words Crafter said...

AAAwwww, poor dude!

Scattercat said...

The genie or the loser who isn't going to get any wishes?

Donna Hole said...

That was fun.

......dhole

Scattercat said...

I don't think I've ever written a happy genie. Or one who's winning.

The Words Crafter said...

The genie!