The Genie Along The Beach

Maelta Haphga Blondey was walking alongside the surf. She had just finished her junior year at James Green University in Black, Texas. She had managed to keep up her GPA enough to maintain her scholarship, she hadn’t made any enemies and she had not broken a bone. However, she could not help but feel that something in her life was…off. Nothing was wrong, everything was good-sure she had a few complains but all in all her life was good. Yet, deep inside, she felt restlessness, a longing for something she could not identify. So now that she was home for a few weeks, she planned to take some time to think about this, try to figure it out.

It was freezing cold out, but she was nicely bundled up and her thinking kept her warm. She was so deep in thought that she did not notice the green glass bottle right in her path. Well, she did see it, after she tripped over it.

Thankful that no one had seemed her fall, she was about to go on her way when she decided that she ought to pick up the bottle and throw it away so some other person would not trip the way she had. As she picked it up, she noticed some writing on it; as she tried to brush away the dirt to make it out, a cloud of purple smoke came out.

And then, right in front of her eyes…was a genie! A beautiful man…blonde, blue eyed, muscled but not too muscled…gorgeous flawless skin with a smile that could melt steel. Being the person she was, Maelta was not too shocked by the genie but she was feeling nervous at how gorgeous he is. She could hardly think straight, breather or remember her own name!

The genie looked her straight in the eyes with those heart melting blue eyes. He looked at her so directly and intently that it felt as if he was not only reading her mind and her heart but staring straight into her soul.

After what seemed like ages, the genie/gorgeous man spoke:

“Hello beautiful woman. I am a genie and my name is Tyler McMatthew. I have been around in your world long enough to know what the stereotype of genies are, so let me tell you that I will not grant you three wishes. However, I will grant you a wish but it is not a wish that you get to choose but I choose. I look at your soul, at your mind, your heart, and your life, and find that one wish that will make your life be help you make your life what it is destined to be. At some point in your life, you will find this bottle again and when at that point you get to choose if you would like to go back in time to erase finding this bottle, or if you would like to keep your life as it is. It might sound easy: if your life is what it is destined to be, then why take it back? This is why: because most people prefer what they want instead of what is destined, and I love humans enough to let them choose. Now close your eyes, beautiful one.”

Maelta closed her eyes and felt the genie named Tyler McMatthew put his hands on her shoulders. She never heard him utter a word, none of the “abra cabra”, “Hocus Pocus “words that she always heard genies and magicians utter in movies; nor did he have a magic wand.  

Maelta was never told by the genie when to open her eyes; she just got a magical-like feeling that told her that it was time to open her eyes; that the genie was done fulfilling his wish for her, the wish he saw she needed in her soul, mind, and heart. That he was gone, yet just as he promised, he would find her.

 Maelta opened her eyes and looked around… 

By:  Mildred M. Gonzalez 

12/6/09