Misspelling

The spell called for moonfish, but tuna would have to do—supply chain issues. She stirred it into the cauldron while reciting the incantation and picturing her beloved becoming warm again, suffused with life, coming to embrace her.

She waited. Her withering jade plant revived to a vibrant green.

Elizabeth Barton moves words around for fun and profit while living in Chicago with her husband, two cats, and more than a little self-doubt. lizardesque.wordpress.com