“You want what?”
“I want everyone to know my name. Everywhere.”
“Granted.” A flash. Throughout the known universe, from human to squidling to sentient gas cloud, five syllables floated through frintillions of minds. A name emerged from frintillions of mouths, gills, or telepathic impulses. Steven Weatherby. An instant later the name was gone, and everyone went about their business. Only some lingering confusion remained, if anyone remembered the incident at all.
“That’s it?” he said. “That wasn’t -”
“Third and last,” said the genie. “Precision in this is important. Doesn’t matter now. I warned you at the start, though. Anyway. Bye.”
I was inspired in this by Erica Drayton’s 100-Words Daily Substack, embedded below.
It’s been a long minute since I wrote microfiction, and it’s really fun! You should too!