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: