Originally posted on sethsnap:
There’s this old rundown junk yard looking place just off the bike trail. There are quite a few odds and ends lying around there, including some fancy old cars. For some reason, when I see the place, it makes me think of the Djinn. Perhaps I imagine there is an old bottle with a big strapping genie inside, waiting for a rub. Then I think of the wishes I’d be granted. How about you? Pretend I am your genie, what are your wishes?