ONE HOUR EARLIER
Dolly felt like a prisoner; locked in a world she hated.
She hated her daughter in law, she hated her sicko son, and above all else she hated her life.
It started easy enough with gin and a library card. She would read books and transport her mind to adventurous locations. Capote led to singing the body electric, and then next stop was somewhere around Vodka and William S Burroughs.
Dolly had remembered when the scandal surrounding the kaboom cereal plugged up the media. When dolly heard that mixing Kaboom with orange juice, caused a powerful lsd effect, she filled her bedroom with it. At seventy six years old Dolly had been come a drugonaut.
On this particular morning she was not surprised when the genie, rose from the clown covered cereal. She paced the room trying to find the right wishes to present to the genie.
The front door slammed and she knew her first wish had been granted.
When her ex- daughter in law dropped her body into the spilt milk, she thought, “I had one wish left.”