The Weekday One Hundred

The back of the cave was dark and damp, the only light emanating from the big bubbling cauldron.

She stirred, slow and deliberate, with a thick shard of gnarled wood while admiring the potion’s sickly green glow. She watched her sister dump in a handful of crushed toadstools, far more than what was needed.

But that was all part of the plan.

The twins were fed up with their worthless brother taking credit for their infamous brews while they toiled away in obscurity. So, the two conspired to make a change.

Their genius had simmered in secret for long enough.