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I had met the man many years ago. He called himself a servant though his master had let him go. He claimed that his whole life was tied to a purpose. He served his master. That was what he had been bred and trained for. I wasn’t sure why this man was speaking to me, bringing up such things, as we both stood alone waiting for the bus to come.

He then turned his eyes away from me, his gaze reaching outward across the street, perhaps to scoop up the darkness huddled near the buildings. I didn’t ask him why his master had let him go. I wasn’t all that interested. I just wanted to see bus lights glowing into horizon. He then started to mutter something and his stare drifted downward. He was older, but not yet old. His best years were gone, but he was not yet done.

wishes unbottled

my genie cavorts carefree

in designer dreams

Time warped in lilac finger

dodging spells with impunity

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Mindfills for

Reena’s exploration challenge #142 The genie is not coming back into the bottle

Sue Vincent’s writephoto – Dream

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“what are you so worried about?”
“i used my third and final wish to make the genie go back in the bottle but he won’t do it.”
“The genie is not getting back in the bottle?”
“he says he will, but he says i didn’t say when he has to do it, so he won’t do it now.”
“why is that a problem?”
“dude, i’ve unleashed him on the world. this is basically an evil genie we’re talking about. think of the mischief he could get up to.”
“like what?”
“i don’t know. global warming? pandemics? wars breaking out here and there? homeless people? lots of poor people?”
“dude, we’ve got all that already.”
“dude, you’re right! what’s my problem?”

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Sailors confused her home with a bottle of their favorite drink, releasing her accidentally. They callously pitched her green housing to the sand upon discovering the error. She decided no wishes would be granted upon seeing the multitude of lecherous and treacherous men. It was wise to remain out of sight. They didn’t deserve her help, nor would she be a slave to them and their filthy, disgusting wishes.

Besides, thinking to herself – Why would I ever go back to that little space when I’m out here in paradise? No,the genie is not getting back in the bottle.