Standing within the dimly-lit confines of the curious little shop known as Madame Zirconia’s Magical Potions, Elixirs, Powders & Pills, Cissys’s mouth hung wide open, in abject disbelief, as the wizened proprietor informed her, in no uncertain terms, she had absolutely nothing in her not-inconsiderable stock that could be even remotely considered a love potion.
“But, I was told you had a libation for absolutely anything imaginable and yet you’re telling me you don’t even have something as simple as a good old-fashioned love potion in all of this claptrap?”
Shaking her grizzled head from side to side, the old woman chuckled softly. “What I said, child, is it’s true I do has me a concoction of one sort or t’other to do some powerful amazin’ stuff, but just plain ain’t no such of a thing as no fairy-tale lovey potion. See, child, whilst what I mixes up might seem magical to some, what you gots to understand is Love be the strongest kinda REAL magic there is and I just can’t do me no real magic like that!”
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: Potions.