Today’s short story was created using the given word Garnish
The grilled cheese sandwiches were crisp and golden, sliced diagonally, just the way he liked. The tomato soup was steaming hot, garnished with a sprig of green.
“It’s parsley,” Masey said with a smile, setting the plate before him. He barely glanced up, muttering thanks, he was too absorbed in his phone to notice her shaking hands.
Masey’s heart raced as her husband dipped a corner of the sandwich into the soup. She sat across from him, watching. The garnish wasn’t parsley — it was water hemlock, a deadly herb she’d researched for weeks.
He took a bite. Masey’s smile widened.
Chilling, loved it!
Wow 🤯