Sorry about the delay, everyone. Between the holiday and illness, the week was an almost total wash for me. We should be able to carry on normally from here on out, though.
The fish had given him three wishes. "Well, I don't know," he'd said. "As long as I've got a roof over my head and food on my table, I don't really need much more."
"Is that one wish or two?" The fish sounded perturbed, but she'd been pretty irritable to begin with.
"Call it two. I'll save the last one for a rainy day."
Sometimes, the man liked to spend a few minutes daydreaming about his final wish. It was a nice way to pass the time.
And the days flowed on like waves on the surface of the waters...