Poison

Tabitha told Shelly she put poison in the dinner. They giggled. They were called to the table. Everyone ate and drank a lot, especially Uncle who had to drive so far. Auntie got a bad stomachache. Shelly looked at Tabitha. Uncle started yelling at Poppa: Poppa had had enough, too. Somehow money came up. Now Mom felt sick. When Uncle came back from his truck, he had his gun. He demanded the antidote. Mom said he was crazy. Poppa told him to go fuck himself. But there’s no poison, no poison at all, Tabitha told the officer. She died last.



Happy Thanksgiving Everybody! (does not count toward word total)