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My Submission 🙂
“Just a tablespoon of treacle and you will be cured!”
I thanked my naturopath and offered him a sincere oeillade as I walked out of his office. I was a willing participant considering he had always done me right: healing my stomach aches, thickening my hair, improving my snotty behavior.
While driving, I toyed with the idea of sending him a dozen roses for helping me.
When I arrived home, I went directly to the mirror, but was immediately disturbed. My nose was still far too large. A torrent of disappointment flooded through me. I did not yet embody the stunning looks of my celebrity idol.
I had done everything I could: dieted till my body resembled a skeleton, dyed my hair from blonde to raven black, spent my life-savings on a new wardrobe. The only missing piece was my nose. While hers was tiny, narrow, and upturned, I described mine as a gargantuan protrusion that took up half my face. She was sacred to me. My idol. Exactly who I wanted…needed to be. He knew it, and seemingly sympathized.
Feeling that familiar itch of anxiety, I called my naturopath. “My nose is the same. It doesn’t resemble hers whatsoever!”
“Give it time,” he replied. “You need to give the treacle a chance to accumulate.”
“How long will it take?”
I didn’t hear a response and assumed he shrugged. Suddenly, I wondered if I’d just wasted $1500.