[This is a work of fiction, but based on a superstition I encountered when I visited a village recently.]
I am an educated woman, even if I choose to live in a village seeped in superstition. I know all about immunizations and building immunity. I know that when my son falls ill, it is because of bacteria or viruses, not because someone's cast the evil eye on his. I trust modern medicine.
But my son seems to ill all the time. Even if antibiotics cure my son, his immunity is so poor, he soon falls sick again.
If hanging a used shoe outside the entrance to my hut is going to keep away the evil spirits, why not try?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.