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
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A horrible situation to be in.
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Yes, it is. And sometimes people are driven to do things they never imagined they would do because they feel trapped or can see no other way out.
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Tainted lemonade?
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Possibly 🙂
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Dear Adele,
I hope this is his last glass of lemonade and it’s a poison that can’t be traced. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. She planned to poison him but had changed her mind. Unfortunately, she didn’t get rid of the lemonade in time. Some may call this poetic justice.
Adele
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Guess that’s the end of him. Though it might sound slightly bad he had it coming.
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I think she may have substituted one problem for another one. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Sandra. And I think you’re right about substituting one problem for another.
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A change of mind too late. Intriguing.
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Presumably the lemonade was poisoned. I really liked the way you showed her regretting it, as any genuinely good person would, despite the fact that she was being abused. So many layers to this story – I loved it!
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Thanks, Susan. Yes, she poisoned it but regretted doing so afterwards.
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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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That’s another possibility. Suffering would be preferable to death. It will put an end to his abuse.
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Penny, I agree with you. He needs to suffer, and maybe a good side effect would be a loss of libido. Complete, irreversible loss.
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Sad story of desperate times calling for desperate measures.
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So true.
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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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Yes, things had reached the point where she had to do something and she slipped something into his lemonade but later regretted it.
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