Spin the Bottle
My best friend, Tom, owned four islands. My neighbor, Gene, had twelve Ferraris. I just had to spin a bottle and tell someone what I wanted. Unfortunately, that someone was Rhonda.
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It was my turn.
I spun the bottle.
Keep in mind, this wasn’t a typical game of spin the bottle, and I was a grown-ass man.
But after the two party system vanished and the Future Retro Founding Parents took over, they began their benevolent rule and changed the world.
The space time continuum was defeated. The hopes and dreams of all were extracted, and we could become anything we wanted.
These dreams were kept in bottles, and only games like spin the bottle could release the power.
Don’t you question the Future Retro Founding Parents’ way! They cured cancer. Stopped hunger. Ended war and famine.
You wish you could be them!
Now, we all got to have our wildest fantasies and dreams come true, and all I had to do was spin a bottle?
My best friend, Tom, owned four islands. My neighbor, Gene, had twelve Ferraris. My other neighbor, Tanya, had Disneyland in her backyard. My other friend, Charline, claimed she did nothing, but there was a new dungeon in her basement…
The way it works is when it's your turn, you tell whoever the bottle lands on your fantasy or dream.
Then it happens.
In true Future Retro Founding Parents' style, the bottles must be spun at a PTA or HOA meeting.
Don’t question their brilliance.
Unfortunately, Rhonda was in my circle. She’s a bit off, which is fine, except that I’m often the target of her, um, being off.
Whatever.
As it spun, I knew my wish: I could stop, rewind, or fast forward time whenever I wanted. I would be able to change my mental and physical age as I went.
Tony, who was up before me, wanted to fly.
Tony,
you simple man.
It was cute.
The bottle landed on Rhonda, and I told her, “I want to be able to run my life like a remote control but be in charge of my age, outside and in, at all times.”
She looked back, confused.
Of course she did.
People can’t understand being in the presence of greatness.
I then fast forwarded. It started slow. I watched slow spinning. It got faster. I tried changing my age. I became a child. An adult. Old. I came back to my age, and then I was a kid again.
The spinning got me dizzy. I tried to slow it down, but it kept going. Then everything went black.
I woke up on a cold floor.
I shivered.
Where was my Mommy?
Mommy?
I stood up and walked around a small cell. I shouted.
Nothing but an echo.
I was dressed in a nightgown I’d never seen before.
What happened?
I sat down.
I looked ahead, and I saw a mirror. I was around ten years old. I’d missed being young, but I was ready to change back now.
How did I do that?
And Mommy?
Where was my mommy?
I cried.
The cell opened. I turned, but it wasn’t my mommy.
It was Rhonda.
“You missed my wish,” she said.
“Oh?”
She smiled. “I wished you’d be my little boy, and that you couldn’t change it.”
“What?”
“Yeah, you’re here forever.”
I cried.
“I want my mommy!”
She got on her knees and held out her arms. “I’m your mommy now.”
I cried until I could barely get the words out. “Please, can I go home?”
She approached and put her arms around me. “You always did look like my son.”
She held me close and consoled me.
I felt comfort.
“Thanks, Mommy.”
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This piece is a response to the prompt by Beastly 𖤐 Being.
When you were a child you could stop playing whenever you wanted...
But HERE, my precious meat puppet, everybody is having such a LEGENDARY time that nobody wants the game to end!
Beastly ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Being
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