A Fate Totally Worse Than Death, page 8
From inside she drew out a box of chocolates. “Your favorites. Cherry truffles.”
She displayed the box. Danielle’s eyes sparked. Then she clamped her eyelids shut.
“I’m sure you remember the entire box of them that you and your friends consumed.” Mrs. Witt removed the cellophane wrapping. “In my room, at the nursing home. While I pretended that I was sleeping. My, you were hungry. Too hungry to notice the flaws left by my shaky hands.”
Danielle’s eyelids snapped halfway open.
“From sticking in the hypodermic needle. And injecting the aging agent into the sweet, cherry centers.”
She pried off the lid and offered the chocolates. She waited. Danielle’s eyes were unmoving.
“No? Such a shame.”
She withdrew the box.
“I hope you won’t mind if I have one or two.”
THE END
Paul Fleischman, A Fate Totally Worse Than Death
