THE WITCHING HOUR
Love Potion Number Thirteen
It has to work…it’s going to work, right?
“I was here first, Esmay.”
“So what? The doors aren’t even open yet, dear Jessamyn.”
“They are now,” a soft voice said. “Come in, my friends, come in. I am Miralda. Welcome.”
Esmay and Jessamyn both jumped back with a shriek. “You’re a witch!” Jessamyn stared in dismay.
“Who else do you think makes love potions? That is what you are here for, isn’t it?”
The two women looked at each other and then Jessamyn nodded. “How did you know? Yes, yes, yes!”
“Then enter here where dreams are fulfilled.”
Before them was light from a thousand candles set on every surface.
“Isn’t this a fire hazard?” Jessamyn asked, dazzled by the lights.
“Is there something you both want? Could it be true love that lasts a lifetime?” Miralda studied them with interest.
“Or three lifetimes and more, thank you very much,” Jessamyn said, no longer feeling hesitant, only anxious to have the love she so desperately sought.
“I have only one potion that is guaranteed. The rest allow for cosmic variations. But Love Potion Number…
