Micro fiction containing a touch of horror, mystery, fantasy, and science fiction. |
| It was the first day of summer; time for her ritual. Judy grabbed the two bowls, and then sauntered to the patio. She reached Robert a bowl as she sat. "Spoons," her demanding husband yelled, snatching her attention from the sunset. Judy dashed inside. She returned quickly, and handed Robert one of the tablespoons. "Delicious," he proclaimed after tasting his Rocky Road ice cream. Judy nodded in agreement, savoring a heaping spoon of the treat. "Oh, I switched bowls when you ducked back in," Robert added, spoonfuls later. "You had more chocolate." He winked. Judy dropped her spoon in shock. Her third poisoning had taken a sudden wrong turn. ----- 109 words |