"Beatrice! Your carriage is ready!" I knew I should ignore her, as she does to me when I demand to be left alone. Today is my "wedding day" as my parents call it. I like to call it a disaster waiting to happen. And because no one can make that for me, I shall do it myself. Underneath a silky layer of pure white satin, I have sewn in a pocket containing a needle and a small, yet lethal, glass bottle of cyanide. And that I will put into the heel of my shoe. And what might my plan be you ask? Oh yes, weapons can create a scene, but the screams of my lover sure will be music to my ears.
On the carriage, I put the needle of poison inside my shoe's heel and puncture a scrap of leather to test and make sure that this will work. The needle pokes through the leather like a knife cuts through butter. And that is good news for me, not so much for him. I chose cyanide because it does it's job fast enough that nobody could save him in time. And if there were ever a battle between the king's army and a thunderstorm with raindrops of cyanide, I would be in the basement, avoiding the poison at all costs. But today, it will be my lover facing death head on.
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The Heel Of Her shoe
Mystery / ThrillerA young lady, who goes by the name of Beatrice, has a problem. She has been assigned to marry a man who she does not like one bit. But Beatrice, being the clever girl she is, has a plan. And it has to do with killing him, but that may or may not wor...
