"I would show you spiced wine as my mother serves it," she said. Really, it was more like her brother served it. He was the poisoner of the family.
... next to her. She was the poisoner of the family. He stabbed people, more often.
She was playing again with her necklace, in a conspicuous-yet-apparently-supposed-to-be-secretive way. She added a few drops from the vial to his glass, and stirred with her finger, careful to remember not to lick the wine off.
"Though I would first charge a kiss," she said. One last kiss, then, to seal his fate, and to end their blissful, wonderful marriage. A rose without a thorn. A beautiful joy without the least sorrow.
Re: The Picnic!
... next to her. She was the poisoner of the family. He stabbed people, more often.
She was playing again with her necklace, in a conspicuous-yet-apparently-supposed-to-be-secretive way. She added a few drops from the vial to his glass, and stirred with her finger, careful to remember not to lick the wine off.
"Though I would first charge a kiss," she said. One last kiss, then, to seal his fate, and to end their blissful, wonderful marriage. A rose without a thorn. A beautiful joy without the least sorrow.