Poison
“When it was over, there had been a small amount of poison left that Lucy kept on a cocktail napkin on her shelf.”
“When it was over, there had been a small amount of poison left that Lucy kept on a cocktail napkin on her shelf.”
“And her freckles converging like traffic with the sudden slight smile that appears now, and the nape of her neck like some alabaster vase God dammit.”
“It had to be either Cheetos or death.”