Too Late

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His words rang in her head.  “Whom do you think they’re going to believe?  You, an African refugee or me, an upstanding citizen of the community?”

He was right.  No one would believe that the District Attorney was sexually abusing her.  It would be her word against his.

She walked past the quail and went into the house.  It was time to give Mrs. Foster her medication.

Ten minutes later, she went to the kitchen.  He was there, leaning against the counter, holding the empty glass of lemonade.   I should have emptied it in the sink.  Now it’s too late.

100 words

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  For more details, click Here.

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19 comments

  1. Paraquat in the lemonade, I hope…no, no, I don’t really! Let’s hope the DA sipped the lemonade, decided it tasted bad, poured it away and drank some clean water instead. And got just enough poison to be very, very sick and feel very, very miserable…

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  2. Why is putting a strong laxative into the lemonade a bad thing? I shouldn’t joke, hers is such a bad situation, and not a rare one, sadly. Her impulse is understandable.

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