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A bottle full of wishes, a bottle full of dreams
A simple potion’s never quite as simple as it seems
— Medowinese saying
Photo credit: Barefoot Liam
Akumi hobbled to the door, unlocking it with gnarled fingers. She wasn’t actually an old woman, but that’s who people expected to buy potions from. Besides, it was convenient that nobody recognized her true self outside the store.
The man glanced around before sneaking inside. He skipped the pleasantries. “Do you have more?”
“Ah, so the potion worked to your satisfaction?” Akumi turned, hiding her grin. A man that homely would need two potions to reach average-looking, even wearing such fine clothes.
“She’s meeting me at the square tonight.”
“What happy news, no?”
“I can’t go looking like this!” He squeezed his silk cap between sweaty hands.
“Hmm. And perhaps she will see you again after this.”
His eyes widened at the thought.
“I see your dilemma.” Akumi nodded, squeezing her brows with concentration as though this problem had never occurred to her. “Well, I do offer a discount on bulk purchases. Shall we start with, say, one week’s worth?”
“Very well. Luckily I have some in stock.”
Within two weeks, the lady would begin losing interest. Perhaps he’d increase his dosage. Perhaps he’d catch another lady’s eye.
Either way, tonight, Akumi had a date at the square.
Word count: 200. Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction challenge. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting, and to J. Hardy Carroll for providing the original photo prompt, below. Click here to read the other stories written for this challenge.
Photo © J. Hardy Carroll