Red Badge of Immortality

“Your wish is granted!”

the genie snapped his fingers.

“Immortality like you wanted.”

Max checked his hands and fingers.

“I feel the same,” he said.

“How do I trust you?

How do I know I’m immortal?”

The genie sighed.

“I don’t know what to do

to convince a ‘meh’ mortal.”

“I try to be honest and straight.

I grant wishes with no mistakes.

No corruption or twisted outcomes.

Not a single thank-you; just “how come?”

“You want proof?

I can arrange it.” *poof*

Max scream and hunched over.

Red blood flowed from his chest.

“What’s going on?” Max pressed

his hand against his wound.

“You’re not dying, and never will.

No matter how much you bleed,

You’re immortal.”

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