Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to G.L. MacMillan for this interesting photo prompt:
Here is my story:
Velma wiped the sweat from her brow. She closed her eyes, trying to picture the pages of the book, struggling to remember the last of the ingredients. Time was running out…
Frantic, Velma scanned her crowded shelves, studying every little bottle of herb, spice and potion. Nothing rang a bell.
Almost in tears, the final ingredient appeared before her. Velma poured in the liquid and the water frothed and bubbled. She sucked up the potion into her pipette and gently squeezed open the mouse’s mouth.
Thankfully, within seconds the mouse transformed back to its regular form – Velma’s daughter.
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