Title: Slavery
Prompt: Genie Lamp
Word Count: 193
Notes: A conversation with a genie. Oh and that makes blackout!
How long has it been this time I wonder? One year, two? A hundred? Probably not that long. Now that the gypsies are handing us out like candy things are going a bit faster.
People have these images of genies living in luxury inside these lamps. It couldn't be farther from the truth. It's just like a regular lamp in here. And we may be air spirits, but we're still cramped. At least for now.
I've spent centuries at a time cramped like luggage in an overhead bin, until some new owner calls on me. Then I get to stretch a bit. Talk again. Unfortunately, they tend to make their three wishes in a hurry, and then poof, I'm back inside the lamp, waiting to be given to another lucky mortal.
Again, the arrangement with the gypsies is improving our lot. You see, when we grant 1000 mortals 3 wishes a piece, we earn our freedom. Before the arrangement, it could take centuries or even eons to be found. You're not going to get free any time soon that way.
Got to go, I can feel someone rubbing my lamp. 950 to go!"