... The continuing saga of Beverly and the packages... read on...
She
turned and looked at the pulsing box on the kitchen table, “or maybe I need
something stronger.”
Remembering
the shadow, she went to the window and peered out. The tail end of a silver
Cadillac slid down the street. She remembered the day she ordered the package.
Her
neighbour had an “herbal healing” home-party. Bev wasn’t going to go, but
Carla, her neighbour, begged her. Carla said she needed Bev for moral support.
Bev ended up being one of four people that attended. The salesman, Monty,
dressed in a dark suit, seemed a bit stiff for a home-party. Bev remembers him
being half way between mysterious and creepy. He talked a lot about personal
affirmations and how his herbal remedies could amplify any thoughts you might
have and some could even create reality from their affirmations, if they were
felt strong enough. He even made a strange announcement about the more defiant
you are, the stronger it makes your magic; herbal magic that is. Bev remembers
his smile at that point. He smiled at her; she felt the same warmth from his
smile as she did when she opened the box with the small jars.
She
felt the same warmth right now growing from the pit of her stomach as she
remembered how her purchase came about.
Carla
was chatting with the other guests while Bev inspected the ‘herbal remedies’
that were laid out on the table. The sweet odour of mixed fragrances was a bit
heady. Monty had come up behind her to assist her. She felt his warm breath on
her neck and shoulder as he spoke.
“What
do you want in life, Bev?” his voice was thick, like a bear skin rug.
At
first she wanted to blurt out ‘You!’, but contained herself and managed to
squeak out, “True love, I suppose, with passion and romance, like all women my
age.” Her face flushed and she turned quickly to hide her embarrassment.
“Sometimes
true love has a price,” she remembered him teasing – although she wasn’t
totally sure he was teasing.
“I
have potions for true love, but they are very fragile. One must know that they
have found true love before attempting to use them. It can be dangerous to look
for something that is not there. Be very careful what you wish for.” He had
pushed out his last sentence with what seemed like his last breath. She could
still feel his presence today as she recalled that evening.
She
had ordered three herbal potions that evening. Two were love potions, one she
was to drink and one she was to have her lover drink. The third potion was a
joining or bonding potion, both lovers would need to drink after they had each
had their love potions.
She
had been planning how to administer the potions. She didn’t totally believe in
magic but thought that if she could get a man close enough to give him a potion
to drink, then she could possibly seduce him from that point forward.
Bev
returned to the kitchen after her search out the window for anything strange.
Nothing appeared. She was drawn back to the package on the table. In her mind
she had formulated a plan. She would drink her potion in her glass of wine –
put her man’s potion in the rest of the bottle, and put the stabilizer in the
third bottle that she would open to share. Et, Voila! Happily ever after.
She
had invited her ‘long-term’ – ‘just a fiend’, Billy, over that evening to
employ her plan. She began to set up. She partially filled her glass with wine
out of the opened bottle and left the cork out so she could add the second
potion. Then she uncorked the second bottle of wine and topped up her glass,
making room in the bottle for the third and final potion. She felt very defiant
and hoped that this would build the power of the magic.
Staring
in at the glowing jars, she reached in and again picked up the orange liquid –
she remembered now; red and yellow make orange – the orange was the joining
potion. She hurried to pour the orange liquid into the full bottle of wine. Her
tongue wanted to taste the nectar so badly. Her palms were sweating. There was
a small puff of smoke when she poured the mix, but no change in the deep red
wine. She put the bottle aside.
She
reached into the box and pulled out the deep red potion. It appealed to her immensely.
She could hardly think. She pulled the cool glass against her warm chest. Her
bare skin burned at the touch.
She
shook her head for a moment, she knew the red potion must be used in the guest
wine so there was no chance of change in the wine color – she poured it into
the partial bottle.
She
ached like a caged animal in heat. The third jar beckoned her and she knew it was
for her. She pulled out the golden liquid and opened the top. Her passion burned
hot and moist through her body. She wanted to drink it straight from the jar
but stopped herself, remembering her instructions. ‘Each must be mixed with the
same beverage’.
Bev
quickly poured the yellow gold into her glass before she lost the strength to
do so. She shoved the empty jars back into the box and threw the box under the
cupboard.
With
trembling hand she picked up her glass and found her way to her favourite
lounge chair. The glass touched her lips and the warm liquid touched her
awaiting tongue. It was sweet and thick. She felt it caress her as she
swallowed deep. Her ‘date’, was in about an hour.
She
savoured the nectar – thoughts of the silver Cadi crept into her mind. Some flash
backs of the herbal party; an occasional thought of Billy. She was feeling
pretty hot, when the door bell chimed. She sprang up – barely missing her wine
glass.
..... stay tuned for the conclusion of "Be Careful What You Wish For"
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