The Sweet Smell of Victory – 145 words
They never knew what hit them.
Standing there with their exuberant grins and flashing eyes. They thought they were on top of the world. Honeymoon in Berlin, the adulation of the world.
I showed them. She couldn’t steal my husband from me. Not for long, anyway.
What did she have that I didn’t? Brilliant teeth? Perfect gams? I may have packed on a few pounds over the years, but it was I who bore him four sons. Not her.
The floozie acted like she loved the old fat fart.
I knew better. I didn’t love him, either. I just loved his money.
Let her clutch those flowers as closely as she can, I’d said, cackling from the crowd. Let her inhale the sweet smell of victory.
I was invisible to them. I didn’t mind, this one time.
The cyanide powder did its work soon enough.
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Bwah ha ha! I never imaged I’d be researching inhalable poisons this morning when I woke up, but such is the charm of the Flash Friday Fiction challenge, especially when one must incorporate something about “comeuppance” in relation to this photo. In 150 words (+/- 10), of course.
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