By Neil Tarpey
Tobin arrived three hours late at their mountain cabin.
“I had to finish patients’ charts. I tried calling you twice, but couldn’t get through.”
Did Mariah know about his latest transgression, a red-haired nurse?
“You work long hours. Go relax in the hot tub. I’ll open a bottle of Merlot,” said Mariah.
She suspects nothing.
In the tub, Tobin guzzled the glass of red wine Mariah handed to him. Suddenly he gasped, clutching his throat.
“Better call Florence Nightingale about poison antidotes,” said Mariah.
Tobin felt paralyzed, trapped in the water.
“But the cell service is so shitty in these mountains.”
I absolutely love it. It’s as smooth as this schmuck thought the wine was gong to be. Cheers! Very, very nice. (I’d like to read the book that led up to the last bath.)
I found myself laughing at the end more than I should. Great work!
Revenge is a dish best served in an area with poor cell reception.
Neil, you’re so much classier than that scene in Game of Thrones where someone gave the king a poison called “The Strangler.” I love reading your stories; keep it up! (Do you have a book’s worth yet?)
Thanks, Jen! Although I admit to never having seen an episode of a Game of Thrones, I can sense the comparison. As for a book, I’m meeting with a publisher on the 17th to discuss getting my 52 stories–and 13 illustrations done by an artist friend–into print. Wish me luck. I’ll keep ya posted.
Neil, Very nicely done. I was hoping she knew and the revenge was classy. No bloody butcher knifes, fireplace tongs, etc.turning the bath water “Merlot”. Excited about the possibility of you being published, also. Wonderful way to begin the New Year. Keep me posted. Lydia