Slowly climbing the creaky stairs, the old woman made her way to the attic and lifted the lid on a small wooden chest.
Carefully retrieving a bundle wrapped in midnight blue silk, she unwrapped the brass lamp she had discovered as a child and rubbed it gently with her gnarled fingers.
A genie appeared in a puff of smoke, smiled at her kindly and said, "Hello Belinda, are you at long last ready to make your third and final wish?"
"I am," Belinda replied, in a voice that reflected the weariness of her years. "I wish for both you and I to be set free."
The genie's eyes shined brightly as he folded his arms and nodded his head, and both of them vanished into thin air as the lamp tumbled to the attic floor.
I'm joining the unsinkable Ivy Walker at "Uncharted"
where the cue this week is "PUFF"