A Potion to Sleep
That I might drink and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim…
~Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
“Will it work?”
“A’course it will. Ye know I’m the best potioner in town.”
Their eyes met, each surveying and trying to comprehend the mystery within the other. One set of eyes was blue, gaze steady, filled with both compassion and suspicion. The second set was brown and bloodshot, revealing nervousness as they flickered back and forth.
“I only let trusted folk ‘ave this, ye know.”
“I know. Don’t worry, I’m not murdering anyone with this.”
“Then wha’ are ye doing with it?”
“Surely it ain’t tha’ bad.”
Brown eyes flashed. Blue eyes widened. The subject was not open for discussion.
Gold changed hands and the coins clinked in blue-eye’s fingers. Brown-eye’s left, but contemplation took priority over observation, and feet familiar with the street traversed the path without hesitation.
The potion weighed heavy in the sack. Death was not desired, necessarily, but in this case it seemed the only answer.
Death was nothing to be feared when one was already lifeless; hopefully it was simply the next step into eternal life. One had spoken of this potion, a potion which appeared to bring death to those unprepared, but now the only necessity was for the dreams to stop.
They were dreams of blood and breaking bones, filled with screams and frightened sobs. Dreams that were feared to be all too real when one awoke with sheets and sleep garments dripping with viscous fluids. It had happened every night for a moon now, and fear stayed the desire to light a lamp and see exactly what covered the bed.
The potion was not quite as heavy now. The small bottle rested in a palm, sunlight gently gleaming on the dark liquid as feet stepped from cobblestone to grass. The forest was only a few steps beyond. The cork was pulled from the bottle, and the liquid thrown back into the throat quickly.
The potioner had warned that it would burn.
LadyJaiFebruary 28, 2014 - 12:35 pm ·
um, no….not “end”
Rebekah LoperFebruary 28, 2014 - 12:38 pm ·
*giggle* The end for now? I’ve toyed with the idea of doing something more with this piece, but inspiration hasn’t struck.
LadyJaiFebruary 28, 2014 - 12:39 pm ·
Don’t force it. If it was meant to be, it’ll come 🙂 I’ve got plenty of those…
MAJK (@Safireblade)February 28, 2014 - 10:10 pm ·
Intense! I liked it. I wanted to know more of the story but this piece by itself was like a bite of dark chocolate. Satisfying and yet creating a desire for more – all at once.
Rebekah LoperMarch 2, 2014 - 9:23 am ·
heylookawriterfellowMarch 2, 2014 - 3:42 pm ·
Wow! This gave me chills andknocked me back on my heels.
You’re a fantastic writer, Rebekah!
Rebekah LoperMarch 2, 2014 - 4:38 pm ·
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it! 😀