benjaminflynn:

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“My domain is time,” said the Genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.”

“Mr Genie, I’m only 17. I haven’t made any massive decisions in my life.” I said to him, frowning. He smiled.

“Any decision you make will alter the course of your life. See, try changing something little.”

I thought about a little decision I’d made. Right, breakfast on the 2nd of August, 2009. The genie told me that I’d had cornflakes that morning, so I went with rice bubbles. Apparently, the rice bubbles has trace cyanide and I had to go to the hospital. Here, I met a man who fought in Vietnam. He was in the bed next to me, although he never talked because he was deaf. I did befriend him, however. The hospital fruit was revolting but this gentleman loved it. He hated toast, so he’d give me his in exchange for my fruit. On his last day, he slipped a note to me. On it was an address, his I assumed. I asked mum to drive me there the following day.

A huge mansion with sprawling gardens met us when we arrived. There stood the old man, weary with age but a huge smile on his face. “I have no family,” he began. “I’m leaving all of this to my closest friend. You.”

I felt my head go light as I was transported back to the present day. The genie smiled.

“Still got two more choices.”