Micro SF/F by O. WestinThere was a faint puff of smoke from the bottle, and a small genie appeared.
"You have freed me," it said, "so I'm obliged to grant you a wish."
It hesitated. "But I am not very powerful."
I nodded. "Of all things I need, give me the greatest you can."
Suddenly, I held a large mug of hot cocoa.
Duncan Blues