Miss Marble looked at the letter she had found under her front door that morning. The contents perplexed her as she had not received a latter with its request for many a long year. Miss Marble was a witch and had lived at 46 Grimace Street as long as anyone could remember. The letter had come from Agnes Mykiss at 37 Grimace Street and was a request for a love potion. There was nothing unusual about Miss Marble being asked for love potions as there were a few couples in Grimace Street who needed a bit of a boost to their love life and she was always happy to oblige and as she knew and they knew, her potions worked a whole lot different and better than Viagra. On both sexes that is to say.

Miss Marble had known Agnes a long time. Agnes was well into her sixties and as far as Miss Marble knew she was a single woman. In the letter Agnes had requested a love potion that Miss Marble knew was only effective on women over the age of sixty. It was a potion that required the use of a passion flower and at this time of year Miss Marble wasn’t sure where she might acquire one.

Her own vine which like all her plants grew profusely along her back fence but at this time of year flowers were not likely to be seen. Agnes had pointed out that there was a degree of urgency about the potion being made. She was expecting a beau to call upon her in the coming days. It had been a few years, Miss Marble thought, close on forty-five years in her estimation, as she’d never known Agnes to express any interest in any man. But Agnes like so many residents in Grimace Street has recently ventured into the new technology of the world wide web and she had Miss Marble surmised been ‘surfing the net’ as she was beginning to learn was the expression used.

There was only one-way Miss Marble knew to bring about an unseasonal flowering. She reached for a bottle of her Garden Potion, gave it three shakes, two twists and flipped it over. Then she wandered out to her vine and sprinkled a little around the roots.

The next morning the vine was blooming and Miss Marble having found her recipe for the sixties plus love potion selected six of the best looking blooms and went into her shed where her cauldrons were already doing what they did best…cooking up stuff.

Firstly, she cut the flowers into small pieces, then with her favourite mortar and pestle she ground them, rolled them with her granite roller, sprinkled them in rose water and oil of cabbage, a little known secret ingredient she had by chance once discovered did wonders to the psyche in terms of sexual libido and set the mixture to one side for it to work its magic. In a few hours it would be a hard little mass and she would then grind it into a powder before adding a little water and creating the potion Agnes was needing.

Miss Marble knew that once Agnes ingested it, though she would only need a half tea-spoon, a transformation would take place. The usually quiet and reserved Agnes Mykiss would become a sexual diva. Her status would be god like. She would captivate her visiting friend’s attention, casting a spell upon him like he had not experienced before and no matter his age it would have all his systems working. Agnes would become aware her bits and orbs were experiencing a joy like never before. It really was a win win no matter how you looked at it and Miss Marble was sure that for Agnes it would be just that.

She finally had the potion bottled and made sure to place on the label: “Strictly follow the directions.”

 PART TWO link:

https://summerstommy.com/2016/06/16/tale-weaver-prompt-72-june-16-2016-passiflora-caerulea-part-2-agnes-mykiss/

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