May 8, 2020
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Junk Drawer
50-word microfiction for May 8th prompt
Molten rage bubbled. She clasped the blue pill tight, the memory of her child’s dying eyes still fresh.
The hidden compartment further revealed a red pill.
Body afire, kindled by the betrayal, she advanced. The unsuspecting monster sharing her bed needed to suffer.
He smiled, unaware of his irreversible fate.
I was doing spring cleaning when I saw the prompt. While there were items like kids’ sports medals, broken spectacles, cloth bags, and assorted plugs, I was struck by the sheer variety and volume of medicinal pills (many expired) in one of the drawers. So, the pills inspired the dark tale!
