Finally, my luck was changing!
When I rubbed it, the antique lantern produced volumes of smoke. The smoke had eventually coalesced into this gigantic barrel-chested individual in loose silks, brass wristbands, and large hoop earrings.
He spoke at length in a booming voice. My initial elation turned to ash when I realized he was speaking some language I did not understand. It sounded vaguely Middle Eastern.
“I didn’t understand a word of that, big guy. Do you speak any English?”
He peered at me quizzically, and touched fingers to his ears.
Nope, my luck hadn’t changed. The genie was deaf.
Inspired by this week’s Picture It & Write prompt:
ParkInkSpot 
Clever and amusing little story, Dave. 🙂
I like doing the whimsical ones. Or maybe it’s really that I don’t like doing the other sort?
With this luck, this could be me, LOL: I loved this, from the description of the manifestation of the genie to the luck-arc in beginning and end.
And then what happened? I keep leaving these “could be more” stories laying around, and sooner or later one’s going to bite me.
A storyteller after my own weirdness…
We couldn’t have too much happy-ending silliness, could we? Me? Shhh, no, the other guy.
That’s amazing! I almost fell off the sofa chuckling. This is what I love about Picture It & Write, the same image can inspire so many vastly different responses. Thanks for contributing!
Well, thanks. Chuckles ‘R’ Us? Always a pleasure to write for you!