Six Sentence Story – Cured?

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.

PROMPT WORD:  TONIC

I think it was the tonic, my mind’s gone supersonic. Or maybe ‘twas the shaman’s brew; I only drank one or two. Promises of a cure for stress, ‘cause my life has been a mess, I went into a shaman’s tent, where all my troubles I did vent. I was served drinks to cure my ills which provided me with curious chills. Then my body was moving wildly, no longer sad and sitting idly, started jouncing and couldn’t stop, but the sadness, it did stop. Now I’m finally at my ease, don’t know about their expertise, but all the melancholy gone, no longer feel so withdrawn. You never know what makes a cure, the shaman’s drink may not endure, but for now a normal life’s secured.

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