Fifty Word Fantasy: Till Death Do Us Part

The Bürgermeister mixed poison into his stepdaughter’s milk. Unlike last time, the child’s current illness would cover suspicions. The estate would be his.

He turned to find her mother’s ghost.

“Till death do us part.”

A phantom hand entered his chest. It left without the ring that stopped his heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2018 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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