(Today’s opening sentence has been contributed by Maddie, for which I am grateful).
The problem was Gertrude didn’t know which glass contained the arsenic. She had filled each glass with Coca-Cola (because it contained less added sugar than most natural fruit drinks on sale) but had carelessly not noted which was the one with the poison. In fact, she had noted which glass contained the arsenic, but while pouring the Coca-Cola she had moved each glass to be closer and more convenient while pouring from the large plastic bottle.
To be honest, Gertrude was more than a little odd; some might describe her as a few nuts short of a fruit cake. She had thirteen cats, six foster children, no husband (not ever), and a goldfish. In fact, Gertrude used to have seven foster children, but one of them had died – of arsenic poisoning exactly twelve months ago.
And yes! Today was Gertrude’s birthday, and she liked to celebrate it in a specific way. She would fill glasses with Coca-Cola, one containing arsenic, and give one to each child. She would muddle up the glasses while pouring. That way, the child poisoned would come as a surprise. A birthday surprise! Last year it was Ferdinand. This year it could be… oh! How exciting!
“Children!” called Gertrude kindly, “come and get your refreshing drink of Coca-Cola!” The six children swarmed into the room. She had made little pastry nibbles filled with cream to go with the celebration drinks. Gertrude took one of the little pastries and nibbled on it. It was after all HER birthday.
Suddenly, a piece of pastry stuck in Gertrude’s throat. She had trouble breathing. “Water! Water!” she gasped. Bruno offered his glass for her to knock back.
Twisted and perfect!
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Thank you! It’s such an honour to be called twisted!!!
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We twisted ones shall inherit the earth, I always say. Then we’ll remake it into something surreal.
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Now, that’s a most satisfying death. But wait, maybe Bruno’s coke was not the deadly one. Oh, heck, that has ruined my morning.
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Delighted to have ruined your morning. Now to work on tomorrow’s disappointment!
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One can barely wait.
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Perfect. I hope it was the poisoned one.
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Most coke – arsenic or not – is probably poisonous!
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Yes, I remember stories of it eating up rusty nails…
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You made it worse. Those poor children.
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Really? I’m surprised – I thought I had the Midas touch!
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If I don’t think of them as real people it’s not so bad.
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The opening sentence is a well fed lamb proffered to a maestro who has butchered it promptly. He has thrown in innocent children and pets in the macabre ritual with an alarming nonchalance. The twist at the end is a poetic relief. I hope the children fed her to the brood of alligators Gertrude had secretly reared in the creek in the wood not far from their home.
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All I was trying to do was make a plug for Coca-Cola. I was hoping they’d read this and get me to write their adverts – for a price!
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Wonder why my name didn’t register when I wrote the opening sentence! What a satisfying story that led to!! Are you looking for more opening lines? 😀
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Thanks Maddie! So you’re the mystery person! Thank you for making the suggestion. Tomorrow I’ll be calling for CLOSING sentences!
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Brilliant! Looking forward to that.
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