Drabble 279

 Finished 3:58.

Around the cauldron stood the witches, watching as it boiled and bubbled. Eye of newt, toe of toad and a dozen or so other strange and fantastic ingredients floated in the cauldron, slowly melting into the murky water. One of the witches dipped a ladle into the cauldron, brought it to her lips and tasted the contents. She coughed and spluttered, spitting the hot liquid onto the cave floor. “What? What is it? What's wrong?” asked a second witch, as the first continued to spit onto the cave floor. The witch stopped spitting just long enough to reply; “Needs salt.”