Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Roger for the photo.
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Thee apples have fallen from the tree, blackened, barely formed,
I have an outbreak of boils.
Yesterday my son drove my car into a wall, we’re all out of money and have a persistent coughs. My sense of taste has gone.
Who has put the evil eye on me ? Enough of these tribulations, we need an amulet to protect and restore us.
How does it go ? Eye of newt, leg of toad, hair of dog, old sim card, a pinch of bile, and a photo of our favourite room—the lounge.
Please may it lift this spell of bad luck.