“This’s awfully good. What’s in it?”
“Poison.” She laughed. “Good grief, just eat.”
“That’s why I have the larger half?” Smiling, he cleared his plate.
Moments later, he keeled over, his face frozen in a silent scream.
“You clearly misunderstood.” Her smile was bittersweet; her husband’s abuse would finally end.
This story is a response to The Friday Fix’s weekly prompt, which can be found on Twitter.