Wednesday, April 18, 2007

My First 55

He handed her the vial. The translucent, prismatic poison glinted against the light. “Works in 15 minutes”, he assured, and went to wash up before lunch. This man she’d silently loved all her life. She watched him stride back, handsome, unattainable, cruel to a loving heart. His drink sat there, waiting for his unsuspecting lips.

1 comment:

OrangeJammies said...

ooooh....nice!
a word of warning: 55s are super-addictive.