Hoodoo Lady | A 100 Word Story
#669 | Seven of Blues | Rhythm and Soul Tarot
Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is potion!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.
“Hello?” Her voice, barely above a whisper, filled the shop. The door chimed when pushed open. The scent of spices and old pages in unseen books made her feel at home. “Is anyone there? I’m looking for—”
“Let me guess.” Her voice was thick and sharp. Each word drawn. The pauses in between mean more. “A love potion?” The owner of the shop appeared out of nowhere, a stack of leather books with no words on the bindings, in her arms. “All you white ladies come to me, the HooDoo Lady lookin’ for—”
“I need to get rid of…him…”
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The potion fizzed pink in the glass vial. “One drop,” the old woman warned. “Any more, and chaos follows.”
Madeline, lovesick and desperate, ignored her. She tipped the bottle, swallowing every last drop.
At first, it was magic—men and women alike fell at her feet, declaring undying devotion. But soon, their adoration turned wild, obsessive. Strangers followed her home, whispering sonnets through her mail slot. The barista proposed in foam art.
Fleeing, she found the old woman laughing.
“I said one drop, darling. Love is sweet. Obsession? That’s a curse.”
Madeline swore off magic—and dating—forever.