Changing the Recipe

Margaret glanced surreptitiously over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. The coast was clear, so she added her new special ingredient to the stuffing before putting it in the oven. 

It baked innocently alongside the chicken until both were done, and Margaret chuckled quietly to herself as she transferred each to a serving dish before bringing them to the dining room. 

Harvey was already waiting at the carefully set table, his phone before his face. He didn’t notice Margaret’s chuckle. 

She sat the Harvey’s left and began serving the meal. She had to nudge him twice to attract his attention to the dinner plate before him. He dug in without a word. 

Margaret watched carefully as Harvey stuffed his face before smiling contentedly. 

“Does everything taste fine?” she asked as Harvey’s lips began to swell. 

He coughed, and lifted his hands to his throat. 

“Too bad you’re allergic to bell peppers,” she snarled as he struggled for breath. 

After she leisurely finished her own plate, she dropped Harvey’s phone in the trash before calling 911. 



3 Comments on “Changing the Recipe”

  1. LRose says:

    Yikes! Phone etiquette is serious business in Margaret’s house!

  2. susieshy45 says:

    Margaret and her macabre recipes šŸ™‚

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