Read The Instructions it’d said somewhere. The last time was a disaster so she read. “Not from memory this time” to herself she said.
“Sage, rosemary, wormwood and belladonna, crush together, over the body spread. Pierce eyelids with a fine needle, not all the way through, just a prick. Chant for five minutes, but no more than six and dead he will no longer be.”
“We’ll just see” she muttered as she followed it through.
Up he rose. The first moment she knew when he put on an apron and began to clean.
“He’s not himself.”
Her smile beamed.
Your prompt this week it is:
“…READ THE INSTRUCTIONS!…”