Sunday Ragtag Daily Prompt: Corruption
Mrs. Monica Snapjaw stared intently into the brew that filled her crystal punch bowl. Murmuring words from a forgotten, distant past, she inhaled deeply. The odor of the mixture was that of sweetness and corruption. Arms akimbo, she leaned more closely to the surface in order to see her reflection. When she exhaled, her image broke into an infinity of circles.
Envisioning the horror that she hoped to invoke, Monica cried out in a hoarse voice, “So mote it be!”
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