A little magick for this Friday the thirteenth, and for Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction challenge this week. Visit her site, and you'll be able to find more stories prompted by "flowers."
Love Potion
Sunshine and flowers, lightness and joy: love potions should contain all of wonders of
life, Estrella thought, but maybe not just the wonderful. Perhaps a little reality should be included to help ensure that the relationship which arose from the potion’s imbibing would survive the struggles of real life.
She strode down the forest path, past the tall spruce trees and ostrich ferns to the glade where the herbs and mushrooms she sought grew potent in dim light. The happy plants were easy to find, but she was particular about where she harvested the plants that embodied the darker aspects of love: bluebells for humility and oleanders for caution; candy tufts for indifference and marigolds for cruelty; yellow hyacinths for jealousy and larkspurs for fickleness; all moderated by a generous measure of cactus juice for endurance and garlic for courage and strength.
As she picked the mushrooms that appeared to drip real tears, Estrella murmured, “I can make him love me, but will that be enough?”
