Drink of Death
Leisel shut her eyes hoping that when she opened them, the body would be gone.She stood there in the eerie dark of the room, hovering over her husband’s dead body. It’s all going to work out, Leisel. She repeated the mantra silently in her head over and over again. Tightening her grasp on the vial she held, Leisel let out a long shaky breath and chanced another glance down. She squinted her eyes and was able to see that the man’s eyes were still open; they bulged unnaturally out of their sockets ma...