Cameron stirred the weak, amber liquid with a glass rod. He watched the granules going round and round in a tornado-like funnel. It was kind of hypnotic.
He began to feel drowsy. No, stay awake. Keep stirring, stirring, stirring.
The potion was deepening and darkening, slowly, so slowly. His arm ached but if he stopped the grains would float to the top, and he never needed to hear those screams again.
If he’d known Virgin’s Terror took this long to dissolve he would never have added so much at once. The Wytch Mother always cautioned him for his impatience.
But... that title is two words!
Xeroverse 101 is one year old. To celebrate entering its second year, I've gone crazy with some two word titles (and ninety nine word stories).