Too Little Too Late

I’m so tired today. I’ve cooked and baked and plotted for weeks now. Each day I’ve made his favourite meals and smiled and played the good wife. Tonight it all ends.

Strange I think whilst stirring the stew, he’s been nicer to me lately. I giggle as I remember the over-sweetened tea he’d made for me. Too little too late I softly say as I add more poison to the pot.

 

 

Copyright October 2016

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