Honey Bunches of Stories

It was Her

I slammed the wooden door open, shaking the hut. The old woman sat aside her mixing bowl and turned to me.

"I've the leaves," I told her exhausted.

"Lemme see," she slowly made her way.

I handed her the four leave. I hoped that I did not crumpled them too much.

She inspected each leaf individually. I did not know what made a 'good' leaf. 

"These aren't the right ones," she said.

Oh gods, why?

Then, she laughed, "Look at your face!"

"No, these are alright." 

I was relieved.