Abigail Truncheon

Out of all of the women in that room, it was Abigail Truncheon who wore the stare of doom. Her eyes full of fire, desire, and regret, as she glared at me plotting what was sure to come next. I felt a slight twinge of fear as midnight drew near, wondering what was her plot to bring in the new year.

Her face sat twisted with villainous dread, as something truly evil seemed to run through her head. That gorgeous sneer made everything clear, off-put by a dangerous but intoxicating leer. As the countdown begins, her lips form a grin, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" she screams as the hammer strikes the pin.

As confetti laced the air, I slumped back in the chair, my heart surely beating too fast. My vision turned blurry which caused me to worry as my eyes became heavy and glassed. My right hand went limp causing the glass to slip from my hand and onto the floor. As my body went stiff, came the question of if I could even make it to the door.

Abigail came running, it was truly quite cunning knowing she was the one behind it all. Just as she reached me, her face full of jubilee as she seemed to relish my fall. Just then it hit me. The end of the mystery. The plot had suddenly become clear. Abigail moved slowly without melancholy as she whispered into my ear. "As for my secret, I'm sure that you'll keep it. Now, at the end of your years.

With lungs full of fluid, I asked "How...did you...do it?" As now, I struggled to breathe. Wondering if she would tell me before my body would fail me as the blood dripped onto my sleeve.

I searched for a reason behind the eyes of this demon as she coldly responded to me. Wondering how she could do this while keeping her coolness or not even attempting to flee. "Now that your death is near, I will tell you, my dear. It was the champagne you drank on this night. Poison my friend is how you meet your end. Don't bother with questions of why..."

"Goodbye and good night!" She said with great spite and she rose to her feet over me. Her six-inch heels which matched her zeal was the last thing I was able to see. Abigail Truncheon, the cunning conundrum who killed me on New Years Eve night. Her secret now safe as I head to the grave where it will lie with me for all time.