One Breath Away

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

in-the-light

 Copyright –   G.L. MacMillan

Widow Wyncke stood at the door of her little apothecary, watching the slim form of her apprentice Henry Stirrell disappearing down the street.

“Stupid cunt, just because you inherited the business doesn’t make you an apothecary.”

Her cheek recovered rather quickly from his slap, but his words inflicted wounds that seemed impossible to heal.

Retreating to her shop, she started to prepare a powder for Mrs Abbot’s children. All three of her little ones were running a scarlet fever and doctor Cademan almost bled them to death.

Grinding the ingredients in the mortar, she thought to herself: Just breathe.

Today’s history lesson
http://www.chemheritage.org/discover/media/magazine/articles/27-3-womens-business.aspx?page=1

47 thoughts on “One Breath Away

  1. I went to link and read about those women apothecaries. Fascinating. Your story – she needs to get those meds right despite Stirrell’s attitude. I assume she’ll mix a little ‘something’ for him at some point. Interesting read.

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  2. My Mother used to be a pharmacist and loved a visit to old apothecary shop. As children we were treated with her magic cream – mainly mild antiseptic, but we believed it and it usually worked.
    Wonder how many people were killed by blood-letting. Your story certainly packs a punch – great job.

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  3. gahlearner says:

    Great history lesson and wonderful story. She’s much better off without that apprentice. Medicine of that time… makes us appreciate modern science a bit more, doesn’t it?

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