The kettle erupted steam on the counter beside Sharon Walker as she placed the teabags into two mugs on the side. Her Cath Kidston mug, pink polka dots on a white background, standing next to Malcolm’s mug painted to look like R2-D2.
First, the teabags. Then goes the sugar, two teaspoons into R2-D2, none for herself. She’d always said it was for her health, avoiding sugar. After that comes the water, then the milk.
She picks up the two mugs and makes her way to the carpeted stairs. Taking them carefully, one at a time, to get to the bedroom. She looked at the pitiful shape waiting on the bed.
God, she wished the arsenic would kill him quicker.
Very short one today. I thought I’d try for a proper flash fiction, just 100 words.
I may have gone a little over.
The Idiot in Tin Foil