Daily story, August 22, 2025

I found a genie in a battered old oil lamp. He said he was tired and could only grant little wishes; nothing life-changing. I wished to be really good at ten-pin bowling. The genie was concerned about me going pro, so we agreed restrictions. He also warned me that it wouldn’t be fun anymore, with the magic helping. But I never liked bowling. I used to feel so self-conscious. Now once or twice a year I eat chips and bowl strikes and everyone looks at me amazed.