“You get one wish. Don’t believe fairy tales that say you get three…that’s fake news,” he smirks. “You’ve got exactly one minute to decide; after that I’ll be long gone.”
The genie adjusts his gaudy turban while I mumble under my breath.
“Your wish is my command,” he waves a taloned hand. “For the rest of your life you’ll speculate daily on how you forfeited your heart’s desire.”
He vanishes in a puff of smoke having heard my inaudible words…
“…wish I had more time to decide.”