Written for Thursday (AI Art) Inspiration
Today on Thursday (AI Art) Inspiration, Fandango asks us to respond to the challenge, perhaps by writing a story or a poem or just offering our raw reaction as inspired by the AI-created image seen below. OK, kids; here goes!

by Irisa Nova @ ADFwebmagazine
Dear Madame Rue,
I write to you from my favorite yellow armchair, which is currently the only thing in this house that holds me close.
You may remember me. I am the lady in the canary-colored ensemble who visited your establishment and purchased, at your insistence, Potions #1 – #8, plus the “Deluxe Sampler,” and the little blue one you said was “on the house” (which, I now realize, is the only honest thing you said, as it was worth exactly nothing).
I followed your instructions to the letter. I held my nose. I made a wish. I even closed my eyes. Nothing happened, which I know because when I waltzed into our bedroom that night wearing a very sexy negligee, my dear husband Gerald immediately fell asleep and started snoring like he was sawing logs for the winter.
Potion #3 made the cats follow me around for a week and #4 gave me the hiccups.
Potion #8 smelled and tasted like turpentine …. and still didn’t work.
I now have dozens of empty boxes scattered across my parlor floor, and the maid has begun stepping around them as if it is a crime scene.
Against my better judgement, I am willing to try Potion #9 as I am desperate to regain the loving attention of my dearest Gerald.
However, if unsuccessful, I will demand a full refund, an apology, and frankly, Madame, an explanation of what that sparkle in your eye was about, because I had assumed it was wisdom and now suspect it was just a glare off your gold-capped tooth!
Indignantly, and still un-kissed,
Mrs. Daffodil Whitcombe-Pruitt
PS – Gerald just looked up; he asked if I knew where the sugar was.
NAR©2026
This is “Love Potion No. 9” by The Searchers
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Thanks to you all for stopping by for a look and a listen.
That’s all she wrote, kids.
See you on the flip side. 😎
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated, and may not be used without permission. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
it was just a glare off your gold-capped tooth! Zing!!! Take that, Madame Rue!
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Oh, so you know the lyrics by heart, too! I knew it! 😄
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Repeated failures, though, should get you DOUBLE your money back, no?
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Seems fair to me!
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This is brilliant Nance I love where the image took you- poor old Mrs. Daffodil Whitcombe-Pruitt – i think she needs to knock old Gerald into touch 😅
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Haha! Great advice, Ange! Happy you enjoyed this one, thanks! 🤩
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Great story, Nancy and if that Love Potion #9 doesn’t work it looks like there will be No Sugar Tonight for Mrs. Daffodil Whitcombe-Pruitt.
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Haha! Great response, Jim!
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Lol! I loved that ending! Very fun story!
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Thanks very much, CA!
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