three wishes page 1 by ric gustafson
" Greg, can you work in the garage next?" Harlan Bergmann asked as he pulled down the dusty wooden stairs.
" Sure" his sixteen year old son replied as he grabbed some tall kitchen bags. " Grandma sure had a lot of stuff".
" Yeah she did". He slowly walked up the rickety steps onto the dusty attic floor. He noticed an old black trunk sitting in one of the dusty corners. He had come up into the attic to straighten it up as a promise to his mother before she passed on. He opened the trunk and pulled out some old picture albums of some of his parents trips. He pulled out some trinkets from those trips when he eyed what was at the bottom of the trunk.
He pulled out an old discolored lamp like you would see in an old arabian movie. He was about to put it back when he heard something. " Rub me".
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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