Aunt Mabel was the best healer ever. She was constantly mixing things, whatever it was that grew in her garden on her table that wasn’t really a table at all. It was more of stuff stacked on stuff, but it was her table and her most prized possession.
Whenever we would get a cut or scrape, she would grind away, rub her concoction on the wound, and in no time, we would be right again.
Maybe that’s why I’ve come back here at the end, looking for some of that old magic.
I fear even Aunt Mabel couldn’t help now.
I struggled again this week. When I first saw the prompt, I had no idea where to go so I gave it a few days and finally came up with something that I could be happy with. What can I say, some weeks are easier than others. Goes without saying that I can’t wait to see what everyone else came up with!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.