She couldn't help but grin as she gently coated the treat in sweet flavored candy. It would work perfectly, she just knew it would.
She popped a sweet into her mouth, and savored the taste. The poison was burning in her veins, but she was certain that it would do her no harm. Too many years were spent desensitizing herself to so many different poisonous components for that to happen.
Satisfied with the result of her labor, she collected the candy in a bowl, which she placed on a little table on her front porch.
That would keep those damned kids off her lawn.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
