He scanned the apothecary shelves, curiosity overriding logical sense that would normally prevent such a search. Concoctions and creations of all brands surrounded him, some aglow and others gravitating. Yet the one he was gestured to stood alone from its brethren, sheathed in cobweb and shimmering a dull cerulean.
“For an unreachable dream or an insatiable desire, accept my terms and receive the boost you require. If your wish is true and not fraught with greed or lust then I, Deus ex Machina, shall bring make it so, that you can trust.”
My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. In the spirit of Old Hallow’s Eve, the theme was “potions”. And what better potion could there be than one to grant that wish in your heart of hearts?
I hope you all enjoy!