Eric’s latest writing prompt (https://erick79.wordpress.com/) is ‘Just one more pill at it will change everything’. Here’s my attempt…
‘And what is this one, darling?’
‘Oh that – that is your vitamin supplement, my love,’ Henry said.
‘It doesn’t look like the others you’ve given me before.’
‘No, my love. I thought we’d try a new one again.’
Arabella stared at the tablet and sighed. ‘Do you really think it will help this time?’
‘Well, we must try these things, my love. Just once more, at least. You know what Doctor Carstairs said. A vitamin supplement with your regular medication can only help build your strength up. Perhaps in time we can have you out of that wheelchair and on your own two feet again.’
Henry watched as Arabella swallowed her evening tablets. Then he began to count the seconds. If he had it right this time…
Arabella shuddered. Her body went rigid – then a series of spasms shook her so violently she was flung from her wheelchair to land in a heap on the floor.
‘Yes!’ Henry breathed.
Another set of tremors shook his wife, as if electricity was being pumped through her. They jerked her gradually upright, to stand briefly before, turning, she lumbered out of the drawing room.
There was a crash as she exited the house. Henry made a note to call the glazier in the morning.
Meanwhile, he had work to do. Now he had the process right, he could go into mass production.
He hummed as he made his way back to his laboratory. ‘Patent Rejuvenating Pills’, he’d call them. So much more convenient than an unwieldy potion, which is what he’d had to work with so far.
Rather a shame about the by-product. All that ugly hair.
Still, he could tinker until he got that right. Meanwhile, people would pay a small fortune for a supply of Dr Jekyll’s Patent Rejuvenating Pills.