Potion or Poison
It looks innocent, and smells faintly of sweet citrus, with a bitter note at the end. The eyes of the barwench are sparkling.
It looks innocent, and smells faintly of sweet citrus, with a bitter note at the end. The eyes of the barwench are sparkling.
Her phone chimed, the glowing screen illuminating a blanket of used kleenex. "Sorry you don't feel well," the text bubble read, "can I do anything for you?"
One day melted popsicle is smeared on your face, and the next day you're giving up wine for decaf tea.