"You're grasping at straws here, pal," she states matter-of-factly. Still, he continues slaving away, trying to find some magical cure for their desperate situation.
He knew she was right though. No one had ever been able to cure the magical rot that inevitably killed the person it infected. Still, he couldn't bear to think of her dying, and so he kept at it, calculating dosages and mixing ingredients.
"Please," she finally whispered, "I'd rather spend my last minutes in this wretched world doing something fun."
He just stared at the strange potion in front of him. "I think I've got it."
STAI LEGGENDO
Tiny Stories
Storie breviA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
