Jul 30, 2015 Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Evil Fiction (okay, Realistic Fiction!)
Word Count: 100 words exactly (sans title, etc.)
Potion
©July 30th, 2015]
By Vijaya Sundaram
I liked hunting. My wife hated it.
We’d just inherited some wooded land, and a shack. When we’d roto-tilled the ground, she’d found some antique bottles, and displayed them, but I mocked them. We weren’t getting on much by then.
The summer lengthened. Returning from hunting one evening, deer on shoulder, I saw my wife at the door. Smiling (how strange!), she said, “There’s some local wine in that brown bottle–want some?”
I won’t say no to some local wine. I was thirsty.
Downing a glass, I remarked: “A little bitter, not bad…”
The floor rose up to meet me.
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Thanks, as always to our Inspirer-in-Chief, Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week, and to G.L. MacMillan, for the photograph prompt.