2963. Red wine, white wine © Bruce Goodman 13 January 2024

Sandra and Mona had been friends at school, but that was sixty years ago. These days they still shared the same house, but they loathed each other with all the spite possible. The only good thing was that Sandra liked red wine and Mona like white wine. At least they didn’t swig into each other’s stash. Goodness knows why they still lived in the same abode. It was not improbable that each was waiting for the other to die. And then it happened… Mona was rushed to hospital. While she lay dying Sandra came to Mona’s bedside. With a smirk she confessed to having put poison in Mona’s bottle of white wine. “I poisoned you! Ha! Ha! Die happy! I certainly shall!” Mona did die, possibly not particularly happily, and Sandra feigned a splendid grief. Sandra returned home having filled out all the right information at the morgue. A drink was in order. “That’s funny,” thought Sandra, pouring herself a large glass of red, “I don’t recall opening this bottle earlier.” Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story