This is my Friday Fictioneers submission for 31st July 2015.
Thanks to G.L.McMillan for the prompt.
Dennis sighed. So this was to be his home for the next ten years or so. It was a little cramped, he supposed, but he’d stayed in worse. The view was nice, too. Mostly, the cells he’d seen were either windowless or overlooked vast expanses of desert.
He could, he supposed, get used to it though he wished he’d held his temper better. The client might have been rubbing him up the wrong way but no one would choose to be confined in Hospital for Criminally Insane Genies.
You may notice that this is a companion piece to one of my better received submissions, though that one had a better title.