Eau-du-Death
“Mrs. Smith’s husband found her dead on the kitchen floor. He first realized something was wrong when he didn’t smell the pore clogging, hot-grease aroma of the Fry Daddy heating up for the evening meal.She had been dead for hours when he finally found her, lying there on the cracked linoleum amongst mounds of Cheerios and Fruity Pebbles. Her children entered the room several times but thought she was only napping. Coroner’s report details show that she died from inhaling a piece of burnt French fry spit out by the Fry Daddy.”
Sara could see the story laid out in the morning paper and it gave her an odd sort of satisfaction. She took a drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke through a small crack in the kitchen window. It wafted through the small diamonds in the screen makin...
