Friday Flash Fiction with K.D. Jones

What is flash fiction? It’s an itty bitty story, generally under 1,000 words or 3 printed pages.

I believe all forms of writing strengthen you as a writer. Flash fiction, especially, makes you par down your words and forces you to get to the core of your story. But just because flash fiction is itty bitty doesn’t mean it can’t have meat. All the basics of good story telling still apply to micro fiction; you still need engaging, lively characters, a big problem, emotional depth, good pacing, and so on.

“Coins for Wishes”

A Fantasy Flash Fiction


K. D. Jones


The genie looked at his inventory in the wishes warehouse at the back of his store and sighed. Honestly, he needed someone to sort out all these boring wishes for him. “A new pair of shoes.” “More milk from my cows.”

How dreadfully boring.

The bell at the front door chimed as a young man walked into the genie’s shop on Dreamers Boulevard.

The genie poked his head out.

He stared, blinked. Blinked again.

He wasn’t hallucinating! There really was a customer in his store!

The genie strolled out from the back, smiling. “Welcome! Can I help you, sir?”

“Oh! Hello.” The man gripped a small satchel. “I was hoping to purchase a wish. You do sell those, right?”

“Yes, I sell wishes.” It took effort to keep sarcasm out of his voice. “What sort of wish do you need?”

“Um… Well, you see, I don’t have very much money.”

The genie had already noted the man’s threadbare tunic and patched tights. The soles of his boots were also loose and flapped as he walked.

“It’s fine,” the genie said, waving a hand. “I can work out a payment arrangement, if necessary.”

The man’s shoulders slacked as he blew out a breath. Hope rekindled in his eyes. It contrasted with the shadows in his gaunt face. “Thank you, sir. I didn’t think I would find a place like yours anymore.”

Yes, thank you for reminding me my livelihood, the very reason for my existence, is dying. “It’s true that business has been steadily declining since people decided to work to make their dreams come true versus wishing for them.”

“Wishes aren’t cheap.”

“Honey, there are two forms of payment in this world—money and time. Being immortal, I have all the time in the world. Can you mortals say the same?”

That shadow of doubt returned to the man’s face. He bit his lip.

“Nevermind.” Honestly, these mortals were such serious creatures! Then again, he supposed he’d be serious, too, if he only had sixty or so years to live. “Shall we begin the paperwork?” He snapped his fingers. A roll of parchment, a quill, and a vial of ink appeared in his hand in a puff of pink smoke. The scroll unfurled itself and floated over to the man, who gazed in astonishment.

“Sign on the dotted line, please.”

“And I can have whatever I want?”

“For the right price. But yes, that’s the gist of it.”

The man’s gaze became hungry. Snatching the quill, he dipped it into the ink and scrawled his name three times. The second he finished, the quill, ink, and parchment vanished.

“Where did they go?” the man asked.

“Who knows? I’ll find them when I need them. Now, lets discuss this wish of yours.”

The man pursed his lips, his eyes growing thoughtful. “You say time and money are the only two currencies in this world.”

“Whole-heartedly believe it.”

A heartbeat passed. “I’ve changed my mind. I want to be immortal, like you. Turn me into a genie.”

The genie’s eyebrows shot up. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Are you certain? The life of a genie, especially in these times, is unstable and harrowing.”

“It cannot be worse than my current life. I lost my family in a terrible accident. A year later, my business failed. I have nothing.”

Yes, yes, in the thousand years of his existence, he’d heard every sob story on the planet. “Very well. How much did you bring?”


“How much money?”

“Oh!” The man handed him the satchel.

It felt very light. The genie opened it and dumped its paltry contents out onto his palm. “You’re joking. Three bronze coins?”

“The last of my savings, sir.”

How terrible.

When the genie didn’t say anything, the man said, “You promised there would be a payment plan.”

He most certainly did not make any promises, but he wasn’t about to tell the man that. “Very well.” With a snap of his fingers, the man’s drab, lamentable attire turned into colorful silk. His form had filled out. He looked healthy, and his skin glowed with the same faint golden light as the genie’s.

He held up his hands in wonder and laughed. “I’m a genie! I’m immortal!”

“You certainly are. Now, let’s talk payment…. Let’s see, at the rate of three bronze coins per month, we’re looking at one million, nine-hundred-and-seventy-nine thousand, six-hundred years, two months, one week, twelve hours and five second.”

“I… wait, what?”

“I said we’re looking at one million—”

“No, no, I heard you the first time! That can’t be right!”

“Success doesn’t come cheap. Now,” the genie said, slinging an arm over the man’s shoulders. “Let’s talk business. You cannot wish for bronze coins—you have to earn your money, same as any genie.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about being a genie!”

“That, my new shiny friend, is where I come in. How would you feel working for me? Actually, it doesn’t matter how you feel, because you have no choice. Let me show you my wishes warehouse.”

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Writing Tip

  • Limit to one supporting character (for stories under 500 words) or two supporting characters (for stories closer to 1k). The shorter the story, the less room for multiple characters. Otherwise, if you try to cram three or more characters into an itty bitty story, the main character will become diluted and the story will start to seem crowded. Save your elaborate plots and huge cast for your super novels!

For more flash fiction tips, see K.D.’s post: 5 Tips for Writing Flash Fiction

K. D. Jones is the epic fantasy pseudonym for young adult author Krystle Jones. Krystle was born and raised in the small, southern town of Tullahoma, Tennessee. Reading and writing have been lifelong passions of hers. In addition to writing, she is passionate about information technology, Etsy, painting, and exercising. She believes you can be whatever you want to be if you’re willing to work hard. She currently lives in the Midwest with her husband and adopted fur babies.

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