“Salt for luck, garlic for vampires, a rabbit’s leg for more luck, mugwort for witches, and here’s your pot of soup. Put it over a nice warm fire to keep away ghosts,” the apothecary smiles as he hands me the concoction.
I inspect it carefully.
“And where’s the iron?”
“I included clams in the mix. High in iron, you know? Should be fine for fairies.”
I lean in to smell it. Something’s off.
“And why does it have SUGAR?”
“For diabetes. Can’t prevent everything. Besides, I’m not a nutritionist. Now, off you go!” he pushes me out of the store.
I inspect it carefully.
“And where’s the iron?”
“I included clams in the mix. High in iron, you know? Should be fine for fairies.”
I lean in to smell it. Something’s off.
“And why does it have SUGAR?”
“For diabetes. Can’t prevent everything. Besides, I’m not a nutritionist. Now, off you go!” he pushes me out of the store.
