750. An ordinary Friday
© Bruce Goodman 30 October 2015
Cosima glanced up at the shelf where she kept her bottles of medicinal pills.
“That’s funny,” she thought. “They’re all empty. There were pills in those bottles yesterday.”
And then she heard it… a faint whimper; more of a pianissimo shriek. It came from behind the…
Oh my God! OH MY GOD! THERE! OH MY GOD!
And to think, the day had started out as an ordinary Friday.