I’m pretty brain dead with a cold, no writerly wednesday this week, sorry.
I did, however, write something for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. Should be exactly 100 words. Follow the froggie to read the other entries.
The Magic In Mushrooms
People call them magic mushrooms.
They eat them to go on a trip. The Shrooms change your personality. Research suggests they help with depression. Whatever.
Magic mushrooms… they are magical, indeed, but they are not meant to be eaten.
You cut them into thin slices and add them to alkaline potionbase #42. When it begins to bubble–at just the right hour: the hour of Caput Draconis–you sing the incantation, and stir eleven times widdershins.
Let cool for one day, then sprinkle liberally on: a carpet, a broom, your clothes.
There’s nothing like free flying. THIS is magic.