I'd forgotten that Fridays are a little different on One Minute Writer. Friday fiction is entered into a contest. I can't handle a contest right now, so I'll continue with my own twist on the prompts.
Pink, blue, purple and yellow swirling clouds inside the potion vial. Would I dare to drink it? What would happen if I did? The wizard had warned me well about drinking vials from his cave without first having knowledge of the resulting effects. Surely, he didn't mean this vial. He'd left it near my table with a note. The note read: "For Chandel."
I tipped the swirling liquid toward my lips. As it passed over the tongue, I heard, "Noooo! Stop, you fool!"
Too late, the traces of liquid spread fire across my tongue. It left a path of burning pain in its wake. As I doubled over on the ground, the edge of a robe brushed against my face. A second later, the wizard had squatted next to me.
"Why didn't you listen to me?"
I coughed. It took a moment to answer. My voice was fading along with my consciousness. "It said..." I began coughing again and couldn't finish.
The wizard picked up the vial. "Don't you know my handwriting by now? I didn't write this."
They can't all be gold! This story started out with such promise, but by the end, I wasn't sure where I was headed. I didn't want to invest a lot of time into it since it's supposed to be off the top of my head. So, there it is.