By, Nan Claire Falkner


Katy entered the dimly lit shop with trepidation.  In the corner was a basket of kittens.  Putting her glasses on she noticed there were drawers filled with animal hair, crushed bugs, a one gallon milk jug of Sloth Juice, Life Blood, glass jars of assorted spiders (poisonous and non-poisonous), a glowing green leather book, rows of filing cabinets and barrels on the floor labeled Finger of Toads, Remedies for the Lonely, Kitty Treats, assorted foul aromas, and a container labeled Incantation and Spell books were alphabetically shelved behind the counter. A grin slowly took root when she read a bulletin marked “Satisfied Customers.”

“How can I help you dearie?” a high pitched voice asked.

Katy looked into the kind eyes of an old woman dressed in black. “Yes Ma’am.  I need help with  . . . well, a personal matter.”

“I see” Madam Rue replied. “Does he have a name?”



  1. Dear Nan,

    I’m glad to see you decided to take the Pegman challenge as well as Friday Fictioneers.

    I love your very visual story that made me shudder and laughed out loud at the last line. Well done.



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