Monday, December 12, 2005

v4n5: Doris' Demise

The last crimson leaf fell from the stick-of-a-plant, then Doris took the whistling pot off the stove and poured herself a cup of steaming oolong.

Her flirtation with mail-order success had fallen victim to the Internet, when her late husband's nephew — with whom she'd had a brief, torrid affair years earlier — had published her secret fertilizer formula on the Web for the world to see. She'd never have imagined her fate would hang from the thread of a simple e-mail message.

Legal action was out of the question. The skeletons in her closet were far too vulnerable to risk discovery.

She sipped her tea and contemplated her next move.

— Ender

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