Tanya sat nearby, her camera rolling for the documentary. Jennylee the voodoo priestess plied her wares. The stand by the roadside was made with weather beaten wood. The words, “Potions for sale: 25 cents” were hand painted. The bottles were old, some antique. All of them appeared empty.
Despite the poor-looking nature of the stand, Jennylee drove to the spot in a brand new Jaguar. She wore jewelry that could buy houses. Tanya asked her how she became so rich.
“Stupid people,” explained Jennylee. “People never ask for what they really want. They ask for the worldly things around the edges, not for what matters.”
“What do people really want?”
“Love. It’s always love. They ask for money or a better body or sex, but what they’re looking for is love. They should just ask for that.”
A customer arrived.
“Do these work?” said the man.
“Every time,” grinned Jennylee.
“But the bottles are empty.”
“That’s ’cause they’re real magic. But now you be careful. Ask for what you really need!”
The man paid, tipped the bottle back and said, “I want money. A ton of it!”
Heavy bars of gold flew out of the sky and landed on his head, killing him instantly.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod!” shrieked Tanya, staring at the battered corpse. “What do we do?”
“Same thing I always do,” sighed Jennylee. “Take the stupid man’s money home!”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/02/05/sunday-photo-fiction-february-5th-2017/