Black Petals Issue #106 Winter, 2023

BP Editorial Page
BP Artists and Illustrators
BP Guidelines
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
The Thing in the Yard: Fiction by Vincent Vurchio
A Forest Green: Fiction by Logan Williams
Clown Safe: Fiction by Taylor Hagood
Home Delivery: Fiction by Jon Adcock
Judith and Bobby Save the World: Fiction by Stephen Tillman
Many Wee Undead: Fiction by Marco Etheridge
Meat Pie: Fiction by Anna Koltes
Mexican Coffee and Burgers: Fiction by Fred Zackel
Leaving: Fiction by Roy Dorman
The Ghost of the Perfect Hotdog: Fiction by Mark Miller
The Illustrated Woman: Fiction by Jen Myers
Thrice in One Sitting: Fiction by Justin Alcala
In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning: Fiction by Gene Lass
AI Self-Mortification: Flash Fiction by Christopher Henckel
Correct Mistake: Flash Fiction by Eric Burbridge
A Moment of Inertia: Flash Fiction by Sean MacKendrick
Get Your Kicks on Route 666: Flash Fiction by M. L. Fortier
Let's Do Lunch: Flash Fiction by Hillary Lyon
"Three Wishes": Flash Fiction by Ronin Fox
Woodsman's Revenge: Flash Fiction by Jada Maze
To a Crow: Poem by Michael Keshigian
Estranged: Poem by Michael Keshigian
At the Terminal: Poem by Michael Keshigian
Angler's Nightmare: Poem by Michael Keshigian
Last Thirteen Steps: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Murderous Words: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
My Childhood Snapshot: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
With Vampires About: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
The Zombies are Loose: Poem by C. Renee Kiser
Lil' Toe Dipper: Poem by C. Renee Kiser
Scattered Pieces: Poem by Andrew Graber

Ronin Fox: "Three Wishes"

Art by Cindy Rosmus 2024

"Three Wishes"




Ronin Fox




"Now," The Genie said. "How about that third wish?"

Fame and fortune, money and power, Malcolm had everything he ever dreamed of wishing it all true overnight and the high-fueled lifestyle led to addictions and substance abuse that quickly took their toll on a soft body unaccustomed to hard drugs and alcohol-filled nights. Plastered in his own vomit and vital organs failing, he lay wheezing on the floor in his expensive downtown apartment.

"How did it go so wrong?" Malcolm sputtered.

"You are no different than everybody else." The Genie said. "They all use their first wish to check if it is real. The second is always for things they do not have the foresight to unburden themselves from."

"I wish this all away."

The Genie snapped his fingers and Malcolm was undone, his life force seeping out from its fleshy prison. The same life force that powered the darkest of magics and turned sorcerers into gods. The Genie reached out to take in the precious essence but had ignored the ancient warnings and was far over the limits and it would not flow into him.

“No!” He shouted “I will not be denied my destiny!”  

The Genie cast an unholy spell and forced the life essence inside himself. He screeched as something deep within his core burst and he collapsed to his knees. Wretched, inky blood spilling from his nose.

"Now," a voice behind him said. "How about that third wish?"

Ronin Fox likes to sneak up on people so you had better take a look behind you just in case. And that thing that goes bump in the night? Probably him.