Seven Deadly Colors Of The Rainbow [#Wattys 2016]

Rain Rain, Go Away

She walked in just on time.

12:45.

The boyish looking waiter greeted her and led her to a chair next to a window. The view wasn't an immaculate one as the rain casted a dense sheet throughout the street and fogged the glass window.

The restaurant was a cheap mixture of classy dining and fast food. The food might not be stewed lamb but it tasted a helluva lot like stew.

She ordered a chicken fricassee. Janet didn't worry about her meal as the Park Washington Club knew of her reaction to a certain nut. You could say she had a lifetime membership as she ate there very often.

That's what made her death so easy to bring about.
The average waiting time for the meal was 20 minutes.

During that time Janet checked her phone.

No text messages.
No missed calls.
Nothing.

She wasn't surprised. She didn't exactly have the flair that would attract people to her. Janet spent most of her time at work and the remaining portion binge watching several rented films in succession.

Around the back, the meal was being expertly prepared by a new chef. He didn't have a great reputation as he just started working there a few weeks ago. He, however, was great with his hands and moved quickly and silently.
The meal was finished and he before he placed it on the serving plate, the new chef made a small addition to the plate.

Right before he handed it off to Janet's waiter he grabbed a bottle and sprayed peanut oil all over the meal.

Janet smiled when she saw the waiter returning. His hand balanced the tray with grace and agility. He placed the dish directly in front of Janet and added a glass and said he'd be right back.

Janet inhaled the delicious scent of the chicken. The peanut oil barely carried a scent and even that was disguised by the heavy use of other spices.

She took the first bite and a second.

Then another.

It was at the fourth bite Janet realized something was wrong. Her breath got shorter and her pulse quicken. Her eyes widen as she raised a hand to her lips. They felt like two bruised raspberries.

Two bruised numb raspberries.
Her hand bag was on the back of her seat. Desperately digging in, she couldn't find it anywhere.

Where was it?

Then she remembered. It must be in her coat which was on the coat rack at the entrance. Feeling a spell of dizziness coming over her, she raced on to get her epinephrine.
Knocking over her plate, Janet staggered on. The waiter returning with her drink rushed to her side.

"Ma'am what's the matter?" He asked, concerned deep in his eyes.
Only Janet lips were too numb and swollen to muster a reply and she was too busy falling.
The waiter caught her just before she hit the floor.

The waiter was trained in basic first aid and he began to gave Janet CPR after laying her out on the floor. Janet pulse slowed with each passing second until her brain shut down.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" The waiter yelled, sweat already trickling down his face.

But it was too late. Janet was already gone.