She picks a gob of mud and aims carefully
Splatch! It spatters down his clean (too clean she thinks) face
Then she sits back to sip her drink
But it makes her choke
Arsenic!
…she thinks in panic
And so the loquacious one is silenced
But it wasn’t fair play!!
Are her final unspoken words
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Tags: Games, Poison, Revenge, silence
Posted in 55-worders, Storybook | Comments (3)
July 9th, 2007 at 8:08 pm
psst arsenic doesn’t kill instantly…
July 10th, 2007 at 9:24 am
Do I really read what I read (in between the lines) over here?
July 10th, 2007 at 12:56 pm
@ Nit Picker: Oops, it doesn’t? I guess the loquacious one will speak again then.
@ S: We are smart, we are evil and we know all, don’t we?