YE OLDE COFFEEE SHOPPE
Janine was so sunk in despair that
she walked into the cafė without realising it hadn’t been there yesterday.
A coffee appeared and a hand gripped
hers. “Tell me about it, dear.”
Mesmerised by the pulsating glow from a wall lamp, Janine spilled the whole sorry tale of love and betrayal.
“You want revenge,” the stranger said,
“Give him this.”
The bottle hummed in Janine’s grasp
as she walked home, but she mixed its contents into his curry without
hesitation. She only came out of her trance when he lay writhing, but by then
it was too late.
They never did find the shoppe.
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This photo, taken by Ted Strutz, is this week's prompt for Friday Fictioneers,, hosted by https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ . My offering is a little spooky - follow the Blue Frog trail from Rochelle's blog to read what other writers came up with.
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