“Tart of barberry, place it first
This isn’t one to quench a thirst
Careful not to catch a thorn
Lest you feel the branch’s scorn”

“All these silly spells, however did they get along this way?” Bradley pondered. He had been cleaning out his grandmother’s old trinket box when he came upon the false bottom. It’s there he found the spell.

Barberry was easy to find, and he loved a good adventure. Looking for the plumpest berry, he grabbed the branch, but alas, a thorn. The pain would not yield as Bradley sunk to the ground.

Grandmother always knows best…

June Writing Prompt – Barberry was his first ingredient and his last – Day 15/30

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