mama says

Mama died last week. They wouldn’t tell me what happened, but I heard the maids talking. They said Uncle found her drowned in the tub, water red like huckleberry syrup, and, by the way, wasn’t it just odd that he was in her bedroom? And how about that ghastly calligraphy written in blood all over the marble floor?

Uncle says Mama was crazy, but he won’t meet my eyes, and Aunt Sibyl just sucks on her wineglass and looks sour. Already they spend Mama’s money, they think I’m a stupid child, but Mama says to wait. We’ve planned our retribution.

(Written for The Prediction, 2nd entry. Challenge words: calligraphy, suck, uncle)

 

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