Written as part of a challenge called Tale weaver details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/11/17/tale-weaver-94-november-17-making-sense-of-nonsense/
“Taz W! Bearer of formulations. Extracts, excursions in botanical paradise of extreme definition!! Parabolic simplicity in lliquid form!” His Black tux and flowing black hair are equally out of place in a farmer market. ” I ain’t talking organic crap. Give me a sad tired mother. A man whose labor build hard durable goods at the cost of joints and muscles! Two sips my good people. My bottles are $25 but you’ll give me $$0 after you have it for a week!”
“You givin’ samples?! My money stays tight on the purse strings unless it works !” Jerry wipes his mug of tobacco juice. “I mean you want someone to buy it. I reckon someone needs a taste..”
“Right you are! My good man, what endeavors do you invest your time in sir?” Taz W tips his hat in his direction.
“Save it ! or Pour it!” He looks besmirch by the niceties.
“I like a man who speaks without filters.” Taz pulls a cork from a vase shaped bottle. He watches dark amber potion chug into a small cup. “Sir, you’re first words will be….. Why oh!”
Jerry glares harder than broken glass schattered on cold concrete on bare feet.. He lifts the double shot to his lips. The eyes never leave the source. Strangers are poison oozes toward Taz W
“Why riteous Jesus! The burn is alcohol but I feel a freedom in my hips aad back. You some damn witch! I can feel my toes. First time… in years. How do I know that next bottle is this one!” Jerry funnels belief through a straw.
“Good sir! Allow me to top from what you drank from. My pleasure. As stated folks… buy it now. Before someone takes the last one!” He turns his back to the crowd filling the bottle back up from a flask.
The crowd rushes him. Jerry files out the side. Noone sees him before or after.
“Nectar of the God’s! People orderly line please. I want to help you all! ” Taz laughs. The bourbon heals all eventually.