Tuesday is when I tackle some Five Sentence Fiction. Feel free to take Lillie McFerrin’s challenge to write a five sentence story based on a single word prompt. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just used for direction. This week’s word is Potions.
Here is my offering:
Eric had his own way of dealing with her. He opened the antique wooden cupboard where he kept his potions under lock and key. A dusty dry aroma rose up at him and he gently traced a finger across the labels of each of the bottles that sat tucked into their own personal niches like saint statues at a cathedral. This one will do the trick he thought lifting the bottle from the old box, uncorking it and breathing in the peaty bouquet. There was nothing like a 21-year-old single malt Scotch to erase the sound of her voice saying, “I’m leaving.”
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Aw! This ended so much sadder than I thought it would. Can I say I enjoyed “peaty bouquet.” That was awesome.
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Sweet elixir! The perfect potion Andy.
I appreciate it. Thanks for stopping by!
A nice touch of melancholy and at the same time not a “downer” or depressed moment/character. Well handled.
Spider– Thanks for your assessment. Glad to hear it wasn’t too heavy handed…
Scotch is a mysterious potion indeed – highly capable of healing many agues and issues. Very nice.
So I hear. I’m not a scotch drinker but I have always been fascinated by the allure of the single malts. I may have to give it a whirl but I understand that they can leave a bit of a dent in the wallet…
Oh, Bravo!
Talisker of Lagavulin?
Cheers!
JzB
p.s. He’s better off without her.
OR not of.
Sheesh . . .
I confess I’m not a scotch aficionado. So which one would you prefer?
Aw, melancholy and sad, but maybe for the best…
Thanks Lisa! I agree…
Nicely done.
Thank you sir!