The Regrettably Strong Potion
"I need a magic potion," Donna told the shop keeper. "I want a divorce, but my husband’s obsessed with me. He says he loves me, no matter what."
"What’s wrong with that?" Niger, the owner of "Potions Plus" studied her through Coke-bottle glasses. "After all, love’s the truest magic there is."
Donna shook her head. "Fred drives me crazy, always doing little things for me - cooking me dinner, bringing me flowers, surprising me with expensive gifts."
"Yes, I can see how terrible that would be." The grin Niger was fighting threatened to break through.
"You don’t understand. It’s awful. I only married him for his money, and now I can’t get rid of him. Even when I told him I was having an affair, he forgave me!"
"The selfish bastard." Niger chuckled. "Serves you right."
"Oh, please. I want my freedom. Won’t you help me?"
"Very well, but you’ll regret it. I have three strengths," he said, handing her a small bottle. "Better have medium strength."
"You’re sure this is strong enough?"
Back at home, Donna slipped the potion into her husband’s drink at dinner. As the minutes passed with no change in his adoring expression, Donna sighed. "I knew it wouldn’t be strong enough," she muttered under her breath.
Suddenly, Fred jumped to his feet. Grabbing the knife she’d used to crave the roast, he jammed it into her chest. "You bitch!"
Stunned, Donna slipped to the floor. With her dying breath she whispered, "Maybe it was too strong."
submitted at 5:47pm
13 July 2009