Inside the stone house, a small stove blazed. Inside an iron pot on the stove, liquid bubbled. A large spoon rested beside it still wet and tinged yellow. Outside, chickens squawked.The old man looked up from his meditative spot in a murky corner. He listened and waited. The old man squinted as the door flung open and two men came inside. They seized him and tied his hands with rope. Without protest the old man asked, “What is the meaning of this?”
“You are under arrest,” said the tall one.
The gap-toothed one added, “For alchemy.”
word count: 97
Rochelle has anounced this as a summer of reruns. This week’s retread request is from Sandra Crook. If you’re one of those who wrote a story for this prompt feel free to re-post it and enjoy the respite. The photo is from Piya Singh for whom I have no link. Remember that all photos are private property and subject to copyright. Use other than Friday Fictioneers by permission only.
I was not a participant of Friday Fictioneers when this prompt first made the rounds, but I am recycling an old story written for the now defunct Trifecta and Write at the Merge. You can read the original story here.