“You didn’t touch your breakfast, Arlene,” Henry said. “It’s your favorite. Chocolate filled crepes topped with strawberries and powdered sugar. Yum, right?”
There was no response from Arlene.
“And look, Arlene,” Henry continued. “Here’s that book you started a few weeks ago. The one about that Jewish refugee settlement in Alaska. You liked that, right?”
Still no response from Arlene.
“I know you’re not feeling like yourself, honey,” Henry said, “but you need to keep up your strength. Come on, sweetheart, let me see a smile. Yes, that’s it.”
Henry leaned over and kissed the sardonic smile on Arlene’s corpse.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.