I wrote this based on the prompt “potion” in Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge.
Exactly How Beautiful
By Laura McHale Holland
I want a potion—a strong one—so I can jump up and down in the stands at a Giants game. Rain pouring or wind roaring, it won’t matter. It won’t matter because I will be thick skinned with rosy cheeks and narry an ache in my joints.
I want a magic elixir so I can make love with my sweetheart in a tent on a far off beach from dusk to dawn, with no worries about what the future will bring.
I want a golden potion to take me back—if only for a day—so I can race full tilt down the sidewalk to catch a streetcar and know in that moment exactly how beautiful I am.