Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Djinn and Tonic

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

Genre:  Fantasy

Word Count:  Exactly 100 words of text

Djinn and Tonic

©July 31st, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

All those bottles and not one single Djinni, she sighed.  Sunset bounced kaleidoscopically off the bottles on the shelves.  The bottles shone like a hallucination.

Examining a green jewel-toned bottle, she spotted a speck of dust, and wiped it with her shirt-sleeve.

Everything tilted sideways.  She plummeted into a midnight-dark landscape.  All around her stood Djinn, arms folded.

You are now our servant,” boomed the largest one.

“No, I’m not,” she replied, although her heart beat like a caged bird.  Resolutely, she pulled out the stopper, then pushed it in.

Reality re-tilted back.

Sighing again, she reached for tonic water.

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I couldn’t resist writing another 100-word response to the prompt from yesterday.  Thanks, Friday Fictioneers, for being such a wonderful community of writers!  Thanks, Rochelle, for all you do for us!  Great photo-prompt from G.L. MacMillan — thank you!

Djinn

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Djinn
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 20th, 2013

Today, an imp found residence
in a strange place: my lamp-mind,
which needs polishing.

And it chatters, natters, patters
ceaselessly, unceasingly, incessantly,
because it wants out.

It wants to be let out, it says.
Out it wants to be.
Can’t you see? it says.
I need to be.
If you let me out,
I will be your slave.

For my mind is the lamp that
holds it captive, and all I ask
from it is three wishes.

But that tosses me
On the precipice
Of my conundrum,
Which yawns open below me:

How can the container
ask a wish of the thing
 It created, and which is
contained in it?

~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~