She loves dried fruit. I offered to make her some homemade raisins. She said not to bother, she didn’t want to put me out. Ironic.
I oven dried the grapes overnight. Presented her with a jar of sticky deliciousness. She popped the lid, tucked in, oblivious to the extra ingredient. Jet black flies. I’d removed their legs, clipped their wings, tossed them into the jar. Their bodies shrivelled like juicy raisins by stifling summer days stretched long by unexplained absences, evasiveness and lies.
Apparently, she hates flies. Probably not as much as I hate women who cheat with my husband though…
Absolutely loved this story!
Ah, revenge is a meat, well fruit with meat, best enjoyed cold. Great story with terrific arc achieved within 101 words.