The genie stared down at the child clutching their lamp, eyes red and wet.
"I said, I wish all the guns would go away NOW and I wish I had my friends back."
The genie grimaced, shoulders dropping.
"I'm sorry, I can't bring back your friends nor..."
"Then what is the point of you?!" The child hurled the lamp across the room, leaving a dent in the drywall.
The genie hated when the rules prevented the granting of these kind of wishes.
@KnotKnormal Thanks. Almost cried writing it. 😩
@Teryl_Pacieco 😭 Very, very well-written. I'm trying to not wake my daughter up with crying.