Chapter 4. Is This Murder Camp?
First Writing Assignment—Poison
Prompt: It was a bright, sunny day.
It was a bright, sunny day, but that didn’t change how black she felt inside.
It was like tar; it stuck to everything she thought and touched and breathed.
She’d tried everything she could think of to get rid of it, but she never managed.
It was all she could do to concentrate on other things because the truth of it was, she wanted to kill someone. Not someone. Her.
And there she was, sitting so close to her she could smell her scent.
Not her perfume, but what lay underneath it.
That you smell that clings to your skin no matter what.
If you get close enough. And that’s what she wanted.
To get close enough to smell it brighten right before the life seeped out of her.
Did that make her a bad person? She didn’t think so.
Whatever people might think, everyone has someone like that in their life.
A justifiable homicide. The one the jury would let you off of if they could.
Jury nullification. That’s what it’s called when a jury overlooks the law and acquits. And that was what this person was like in her life. Her free pass. Her get-out-of-jail murder. The one she was going to get away with so long as she could keep the tar from sticking to her, too.