Jessica placed the baby on a park bench, and prepared another milk bottle.
The baby groused. “Milk again? I’m ready for a steak!”
“Nope. You don’t have teeth yet, Willy.”
“A little Kahlua in the milk?” he asked hopefully.
“Stop whining. The gypsy said one thimble of Elixir. You chugged a glass.”
Jeesica pushed the milk bottle into his mouth. “Drink your milk, my husband.”
Each week, the Grammar Ghoul Press offers 66-word writing challenge called “Chimera 66.” This week, the word prompt is: Thimble. This story is my answer to the challenge. Look here for more stories: http://www.grammarghoulpress.com/chimera-66-writing-challenge-6/