The Funky Munky Tea House has a secret. I, only I, know that secret. There were two of us that knew the secret.
They say a secret is safe with two people as long as one of the two is dead. Poison. It's fast and efficient.
I use to own the Funky Monkey Tea House. My husband robbed a bank and we hid the money underneath the floor boards. Now, my husband is dead. Only I know the secret. Just me.
One of these nights, I will go in and quietly take my money. It is mine now. All mine.
Thank you TJ Paris for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 100 word submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. The challenge is fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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