“Specificity is
crucial in this business,” the genie replies in a disinterested tone.
You roll your
eyes and stick out your right leg. Where
it once ended in a rather smelly but otherwise perfectly nice foot, it now ends
in a stump. Sure, you may have had
constant fungal problems, but it worked.
It was handy to have, at least in a footy kind of way.
“Sign this form,”
the genie says blandly as she pushes the paper in your direction. You comply, well aware that your fully-intact
hand gives you no excuses for your poor penmanship.
The genie’s
expression hardens, and you briefly wonder if she’s going to make an emergency
sprint to the bathroom. You miss being
able to do that yourself. Before you can
say anything, she shouts “Abracadabra!”
The room is filled with a blue mist that sends you into a violent
coughing fit.
The mist clears,
but you still can’t breathe. It only
takes you a moment to realize it’s because you have something large sticking
out of your mouth.
Reaching up to
touch it, you find toes, and those are attached to an otherwise lovely foot.
The genie
laughs. “Now when people say you’ve put
your foot in your mouth, it’ll be a literal statement.”
You can’t speak,
so you make a rather rude hand gesture instead.
“Fine,” the genie
replies. “You can try to make the best
of this, or I can redo the spell. I’ll
warn you though, there’s a price to be paid, and you can’t know what it is
until it’s done.”
A.)
If
you’re hesitant to risk it, click HERE.
B.)
If you
decide to pay her price and get the spell redone, click HERE.
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