Dedicated to my sweetie Lorena and best buddy Ethan.
Author’s Note: This holiday tale is a supporting character’s back-story for Fulla’s Temple. I’m currently writing chapter 7 and should resume posting soon!
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Every morning, my mother poisoned me. That was just her way of showing love, I guess.
“Eat up, son,” she said without inflection, “before the gruel gets cold.”
Mother seems particularly cheerful today, I thought as I sat. Her features were relaxed as if in boredom, but she stood bent over the table across from me, leaning on forearms. Had her dark hair been loose like mine, instead of tied in a bun, it would have almost dipped into my bowl. She was close enough for me to smell the gin on her breath, and I saw pupils so dilated as to almost obliterate the gold of her iris. Never seem too interested when you’ve slipped them a dose, she always taught. Never let them see your eyes. Eyes cannot lie.
Seeing her so eager as to break not one but two of her rules, I patted my belt to make sure all the antidote vials were there. They were. (more…)