Tansy
One thrifted lamp. One bubbly genie. Three wishes she’s pretty sure she understood.
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The thrift store lamp still has its $4.99 tag. It’s gaudier than the one that broke, but it only has to do one thing.
Click.
The bulb lights up. Then the shade burps turquoise smoke.
A blonde woman spills out in a jingle of gold coins and a flash of purple chiffon. She catches the shade just before it tips, then straightens in midair with a smile.
“Hi! I’m Tansy. You get three wishes.” She holds up four fingers, notices, and folds one down. “Which brings me to the other thing.”
She settles sideways on a curl of smoke, pink nails idly spinning the price tag.
“I’m a little dense, and my wishes always come out wrong. Not on purpose. Someone once asked for a little peace and quiet, and I made their apartment soundproof.” She grimaces. “Only on the inside. Their neighbor could still play the drums, but they couldn’t hear their own doorbell.”
A beat passes. Tansy glances back at the shade, where the bulb is still glowing.
“Oh! You just wanted light, didn’t you?” She brightens. “Well, that works. And I won’t count it as a wish.”
She rests her chin in her palm, looking genuinely pleased with herself.
“So. Want to try one, or should I tell you about the guy who asked to be irresistible first?”