WINNER of the Christmas Fastories Competiton!
Tracy wandered the Christmas aisles of Poundland, waiting for her boyfriend Dean to finish his shift. She’d already passed the baby wipes, the discount lippy and the home pregnancy kits when her eyes lingered on a lamp. It wasn’t the shape, the colour or even the fact that it was decidedly second hand looking, that struck her as odd. It was the fact that it was clearly not made in China. If she were to hazard a guess, she might say it was from somewhere in the Middle East. She shrugged, popped the lamp in the basket along with a couple of packets of jellied sweets she’d picked up earlier and headed to the checkout. The line stretched to the back of the shop and a little around the corner. Men and women were grumbling, children were screaming and Tracy huffed. This was going to take some time. As she stood there, shuffling slowly forward, Tracy decided to have a closer look at the lamp. It had a worn, dirty, bronzed look, with a small handle and a long, twisted spout. Her hand slowly rubbed across the body of the lamp and it began to steam and smoke. In a flash, a man stood in front of her - a tall man. Tracy stood there, dumbfounded, amazed, not only because a cloudy man popped out of her crappy lamp, but also because no one else seemed to notice. Bowing, he asked, “What is thy wish?” Tracy thought for a moment then looked around the shop at the dozens of people in front of her, the frantic, rude children and then said, “I wish to be at the front of the queue."