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?"


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.


Scattercat said...

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

The Words Crafter said...

The genie!