The Djinn that could do no good
It wasn’t to long ago; in the sum of all things, when a Djinn roamed the earth granting wishes as he saw fit. It donned itself in cloth of green silky to the touch and light but covered most of its form. Most of the wishes it granted were selfish ones, riches and women for the ones he called bastards, yet these were the only ones that could see him so they were the ones who had their wishes granted.
The years went on and there were many things to see, wars, poverty, hope and love. It walked for ages past deserts that became man made forests, and forests that became deserts. And in all that it played its part, greedy men were granted greedy wishes and so those who were not known were hurt in the end. So the Djinn ran, ran for another hundred ages till one day it stumbled and fell. The djinn stood and was face to face with a young woman with a hard face and cold eyes, it grabbed her arms and decided it was time for a woman to have their wish granted.
“I wish to be happy.” The only words that came out of her mouth when the Djinn told her what it could do.
The Djinn raised his arms, thunder rumbled in the thick humid air. Nothing happen the Djinn’s arms dropped and confusion furrowed it’s brow. “I am sorry but I can not make you happy, I can only give you material gains.”
She shook her head, “You said you could grant me any wish and my only wish is to be happy if you can not give me that I will be on my way.”
The Djinn watched as she walked away, Djinn was disheartened and did not know what to do so it called after her. The Djinn would find a way to make her happy, find the wish that could make her happy. She sighed but agreed, she turned around tossed a bundle of ropes into the bush and lead it back to her home.
They spent many days together he stayed in her home and kept it clean, broke dishes and cleaned them up. When she came home crying the Djinn never knew why but held her untill the sobbing stopped, they got a kitten and named it George. The days were short for the Djinn and one short day while out on a walk as fate would have it someone saw it, an angry drunk who though it was nothing more than a halucination heard the Djinn’s spiel and made a wish.
A wish to get rid of the one that made him so angry in a most gruseome way, the Djinn did not wish to do so but it had no choice and granted the wish. The man stumbled away and the Djinn fled home this time it cried in her arms as she comforted him.
She never came home, the kitten cried for food and it’s dish went empty. The Djinn let it out unable to provide for it and closed the door, it sat in a chair and waited. Dust built up on the belongings, no one came for them and the door never swung open. Slowly over time the Djinn knew not how long it faded, forgotten and alone.