It was one of those odd-job kiosks you find in every shopping mall, usually near the escalators. “MISTRESS MINIT - Keys Cut, Shoe repairs, battery replacements, spells, potions” “Uh, hi” I said, how much is a potion of forgetting? This Mistress Minit was one of those no nonsense gen-X witches, short hair going silver, trousers and vest in a deep purple, almost black. “Depends luv, on how deep you need to forget. Henbane is in short supply due to that mess in Ukraine.” “How much to forget a song? I’ve got Cornflake Girl stuck in my head. The live recording from enn why see 2003.” She made that air sucking through teeth sound peculiar to auto mechanics and other witches. “You can’t afford it, hun.” #Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot