He lives in a green tent at night that looks like a perfect vacation home, with a magical aura,surrounded by green and red lights and matching little bottles.
By day, he searches for raw materials – seeds, weeds,flowers. Sometimes, i help him in grinding, mixing and labeling the pretty concoctions .
He says , ‘I will obliterate diseases, save mankind’. When i fearfully test his potions , i sleep for hours, a respite.
Perhaps , that’s what mankind really needs, a comatic transportation to a better state.I admire his genius but secretly wish for him to come back.
Word count- 93
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
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