“…crushed sage, a sliver of white oak bark. Stir, simmer. One final ingredient…”
Letty drops a lock of Jim’s hair into the pot. “And this will make him love me?”
The woman ladles the gruel, a deep red, like blood. She dips her finger, draws Letty in by her chin, applies it like lipstick. “One kiss, and he’s yours forever.”
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. We’re finishing October with one final, spellbinding photo prompt. Dare to join?