Secret Ingredient

Georgia cussed herself for having let Harriette taste her tea. The nosy heifer came around one Sunday to gauge Georgia's sanity since her meltdown at Emerson's funeral.

Georgia claimed her husband stole from those he'd been trusted to care for, but no one believed Emerson, their beloved town mortician, did such a thing. Every Sunday afternoon, now, the supposedly proper women invaded Georgia's home.

Emerson died before his rituals rewarded him control over the souls he believed rested in the ashes, leaving forty-five urns abandoned in the basement. Georgia needed to get rid of the remains.

Fertilizing her garden with the ashes bored her. Dissolving the ashes into the tea and watching the women drink the concoction was more fun.


Word Count: 120