#cointricking

the   black   widow   slowly   sifts   through   her   newly   purchased   magazine   of   people   while   sitting   at   her   local   brunch   spot   ,   seemingly   enjoying   her   afternoon   as   a   rich   ,   married   housewife.   the   waiter   greets   her   kindly   &   sits   her   usual   glass   of   rose   on   the   table   for   her   ,   leaving   with   the   promise   of   bringing   her   favorite   dish   when   he   returns.   debbie   smiles   &   responds   pleasantly   to   this   wonderful   treatment   ,   but   her   eyes   continuously   dart   toward   her   phone   &   the   time   ,   keeping   track   of   when   she   should   be   back   home.   on   any   normal   afternoon   ,   she'd   spend   most   of   her   time   here   chatting   up   people   or   reading   ━━   anything   to   get   away   from   her   particularly   annoying   new   husband   ,   but   today   she   has   limited   time   ,   just   as   her   husband   does   . . . &   the   clock   keeps   ticking   &   ticking   ,   his   death   approaching   closer.   her   poor   husband   was   foolish   to   think   debbie   actually   learned   how   to   cook   all   in   an   effort   to   please   him   ,   when   in   actuality   , she   knew   just   how   &   only   did   so   when   it   suited   her.   his   roast   beef   , a favorite dish of his , was   cooked   just   to   perfection   ,   the   meat   juicy   &   tender.   it's   so   delicious   ,   he   won't   even   notice   the   poison   she   managed   to   slip   in   &   it'll   only   take   one   hour   for   it   to   claim   him   ,   finally   granting   her   the   funds   she   needs   to   get   the   hell   out   of   this hellhole of a town.

the   wine   glass   is   lifted   to   her   lips   ,   ready   to   savor   it   in   a   premature   victory   ,   but   she   stops   herself   before   taking   a   drink.   the   widow's   surroundings   are   very   quiet   &   empty   save   for   the   music   softly   playing   in   the   background   &   the   waiters   that   walk   in   &   out   of   the   room.   ❝   hmm   .   .   .   ❞   debbie   hums   quietly   as   she   flips   through   the  pages   ,   acting   as   if   she   didn't   suspect   anything   ,   despite   her   eyes   giving   her   away   ,   looking   around   ,   searching   for   her   target.   ❝   i   should   have   known   you'd   be   here.   ❞   she   doesn't   appear   to   be   speaking   to   anyone   ,   the   room   empty   .   .   .   until   it   wasn't.   after   a   few   moments   ,   debbie   is   tired   of   the   charade   &   sets   her   magazine   down   ,   her   grin   growing   sharp   as   her   suspicions   are   made   correct   ,   a   friendly   face   appearing   just   as   her   marriage   draws   to   a   close. what timing.   ❝   you   always   loved   the   stench   of   trouble   ,   &   i   just   reek   of   it   ,   don't   i   ?   ❞