At the very back of the Apothecary’s shop, on a dusty shelf, lay a few forgotten bottles, and a scrap of mouldering stuff that could once have been called bread. Little did he know that he held the key to all of mankind’s misery. Sadly for the rest of us, Monsieur was blind, old and too short to reach up to that shelf anyway.


2 Comments to “Alchemica”

  1. ha ha… πŸ™‚

    i liked Monsieur’s hat, his black glasses and sock clad feet. and i liked the way the words “lift” the bottles to a height he can’t reach for them.

    i wonder which of the bottle held the key to mankind’s misery. and what the other bottles hold in them.


  2. Hmm. I would say a little bit of all of them. I should have added a small vial of chocolate liqueur to the lot.

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