Agatha went around the house and rearranged everything in a haphazard and rebellious manner.
She went to the pantry rack and deliberately disorganised its contents, placing them in a manner that she knew would annoy Harvey; even though he would never come back to see it.
Carefully, she poured the lethal drops of the arsenic-tainted drinks down the drain.
It had taken longer than she expected for the poison to take effect, but she would never forget the last look of surprise on Harvey’s face when he learnt that she had poisoned his drinks.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
I’ve certainly missed writing Flash Fiction. Welcome back Priceless Joy and thank you to Maria for the photo prompt.