[ WP ] `` I wish I always had 3 wishes ''


 “ I am Abann Jinn, Genie of the Binfasji Lamp. ” I said, not even looking at the mortal before me. “ I will grant you three wishes! ” 
 I opened my eyes, brushing a stray lock of raven hair back under my heavy turban. That ’ s when the smell hit me, terrible, like I had been summoned into a dumpster. Infact, I wouldn ’ t be surprised if this cramped room WAS a dumpster. It was full of garbage, clothing, and various miscellaneous items. The only part of the floor that could be seen was a wide irreparably stained path of carpet, cutting through the mess. 
 “ Wh-what? The lamp was actually real? ” a voice squeaked from somewhere below me. 
 I gazed down to find the voice ’ s owner. A man, greasy and rotund, black hair slicked down heavily against his scalp and neck. Beady brown eyes wide, looking up at me. He was a disgusting creature, clothes that could match the carpets stains. The weirdest part, though, was the contraption he sat in. Two large metal wheels were attached to a seat large enough to hold him. I ’ d seen my fair share of gluttons and bastards, but this man was more disgusting than any I had met. 
 “ Of course the lamp was real, fool… I mean, Master. ” I said, barely getting out the correction. “ Now, what could your first wish be? I could clean up this mess with the snap of a finger. ” I said, waving gloved hand over the mounds of garbage. My nose reflexively screwed up at the sight of it. 
 “ Well… I don ’ t know, let me think… ” The man said, running a hand over his fattened stomach. He must be rich, only the rich ever found themselves this full. “ I ’ m guessing I can ’ t bring the dead back, not that anyone would be worth it… hmm… I ’ ve got it! ” 
 Something flashed in his eyes: mischievousness. I knew this look, a look of a master who thought he could outsmart me. Abann Jinn could never be outsmarted. 
 “ I wish I always had three wishes. ” 
 “ Really? ” I stared at him, a look crossed my face that I used often. A look reserved for the most obnoxious requests. “ Fine. ” 
 My own look of mischievousness filled my eyes, looking down on the creature in the metal chair with pity. His eyes were lost. No longer did I gaze into black-brown eyes, now I saw a cloudy set of pupils looking through me. To him, he was reliving my arrival, forever. Three wishes he shall have, because he will have never made his first. 
 No one outsmarts Abann Jinn. 
 ( edit: sorry for the copy box, I copied it out of my google drive after writing it. )
