I wish I had my camera

“I wish I had my camera.” He muttered not really meaning it while he sat down and his hand nudged the bracelet.

“Wish granted.” She replied.

His smartphone then appeared on the table.

‘That was disappointing.’ He thought as he picked it up.

“Might as well.”

He picked up the phone and took a picture of Fanny. Or at least tried to since she didn’t appear on the screen.

“Why aren’t you showing up?”

“Because no one can see, hear, or touch me but you.”

“Damnit! I really wanted a picture.”