He might’ve taken her seriously if she took herself less so. Sitting across from her, she spoke as if she were orating.

“Going forward, there shall be no more of this nonsense,” she said. Only “forward” was faw-wahd, “more” sounded like mo-wah and she hissed her s’s, making it hard to focus on what she was actually saying.

He wondered why such a hot body was wasted by such a shrew’s mouth.

Now, it was just a matter of time. He resisted the urge to recheck the label on the box in the kitchen, certain it would still read “fast-acting”.

{In response to this week’s word prompt from velvetverbosity.com: “forward”}

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
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8 Responses to Poison

  1. Carrie says:

    Oh my…not a happy domicile 🙂 I can picture her sitting there, giving her imperious orders!

  2. Tara R. says:

    I can hear her speak. Wonderful descriptions. That was a real ‘gotcha’ ending too.

  3. Arctic Wren says:

    HAHAHA!!! I shouldn’t laugh, but I sense a theme in some of your pieces here. Did you ever write for television, perchance? You should!

    • Fran Hart says:

      What a delight to be greeted by such a comment this morning! Thanks for reading & letting me know you enjoyed my art. My husband is safe, but I’ve got a murder mystery (or two) lurking within.

  4. R.L.W. says:

    Great description of her voice. Good job.

  5. How deliciously devilish!