I walked into the dusty, dark antique store in Ankara, Turkey. Stopping to adjust my eyes to the lack of light, I gradually began to see outlines of objects scattered here and there in the dusky light.
My eyes scanned ancient swords, broken pottery, stuffed owls, long out of date clothing, and then - - - the pot. A pewter pot. It was about 12 inches tall, with an intricately curved handle on one side, engraved with strange cueniform along the top edge and a wreath on it’s front surface.
I carefully reached out and picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. I used my right hand to grasp the handle and my left caressed the other side as I balanced it in my hands.
And then.
A puff of smoke came from the inside of the vessel, rising and building in the air and slowly forming into the turbaned head of . . . a genie. He gazed down on me with a fierce expression. He opened his mouth to speak.
And then I woke up.
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hehe, of course, a genie! I hope you bought the pot before you woke up!
ReplyDeleteGood one, Mr. Cat. I LOVE genies. And, darn, it was only a dream. Well done. I'm looking forward to more of your writing. xx
ReplyDeleteNice magpie tale! I love genies too.
ReplyDeleteTantalising! Great fun, thanks.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you smoked a little pot before you picked up the pot (grin).
ReplyDeleteVery nice shot! But why did the genie have a fierce expression?
ReplyDeleteDrat! Always a dream!
ReplyDeletevery mysterious, I wonder what your three wishes would have been?
ReplyDeleteAh! Oh, there you go smoking the pot again. Fun take on the theme and I felt like I was in Turkey for a few minutes. Well done.
ReplyDeleteha. wonderful fun...if only it was not a dream...
ReplyDeleteJennifer - I might have used my first wish to obtain the pot.
ReplyDeleteWillow - Thank you for the inspiration.
Spacedlaw - Thank you!
Kevin - And thank you!
Steve - Well . . . one must have a muse.
Tombo - Didn't you know? Genies always have a fierce expression when they're disturbed.
Vicki - Sorry.
Evening Light Writer - As do I.
Ronda - Thank you!
Brian - Dreams for the dreamer, yes?
Jen - Thanks for reading my dream.
Ankara, Turkey -- the tone was set immediately....and it forces the reader to slow down and absorb. I figure we all need a genie....even in our dreams.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this.
Jerry - Glad you liked it.
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