three wishes page 2 by ric gustafson
Harlan began to put the lamp back into the trunk.
" Rub me".
He looked around the attic. " Greg, did you say something?".
" No Dad".
He put it back in the trunk.
" Rub me"
He took it back out. He began to rub on it when something pushed him to the ground. He dropped the lamp. It hit the floor and then a blue fog began to come out of the spout. Harlan watched in horror as the fog spoke.
" You have freed me from the lamp" the strange voice said. " You have three wishes".
Harlan thought for a moment. " I would like to have more power at work".
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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