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Sybil placed the dinner plates on the table and prepared his coffee the way he liked it, with a shot of bourbon.
The king of the house, as he called himself, demanded a three-course meal, on the table at six sharp, bourbon coffee, and total silence for the first hour.
She mixed the crushed tablets into his potatoes, covered them in gravy, and stirred an extra helping into his coffee.
She helped him to the sofa when he complained, tidied the kitchen, washed the dishes, and waited.
When daylight returned the king was dead, Sybil free and the silence, golden.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#172 prompt this week: …when the daylight returned the king was dead…
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P.S. Beautiful site you have, by the way.
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Thanks! Just gave it a Spring update!
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Oh, you are wicked! Jean left a comment on a post I wrote about my maiden name, mentioning her sister’s married name was Good so naturally I had to stop by and say hello. Wow! You are both writers; if your relationship is anything like mine with my sister that must be heaven, and sometimes hell.
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Lol. You’re absolutely correct. However, I don’t know what we would do without each other. Our writing styles and genres are quite different. But, we learn from each other every day. We are our best and worst critics. :-). Thanks so much for stopping by the Cow Pasture and for taking the time to comment. I love feedback. Hope to here more from you.
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There the goes the serial Queen again. 😉
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😁 thought I’d go in a different direction from the other stories. Or, a familiar direction. 😉
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