#FridayFragment: 20.01.2023

MAGIC POTION

The first sip tasted revolting. Bitter, burnt. I made a face.

“That’s normal,” he said. “Just keep drinking, it’ll get better.”

I doubted it. The second, third, fourth, and fifth sips were no better. I put the mug back on its coaster.

“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t care how much magic is in this, I don’t think it’s for me.”

He stared at me, his blue eyes wide with astonishment.

“You can’t be serious,” he said. “Everyone likes coffee.”