Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi
Delightfully sunny, that’s what the bus driver had called it. Sunlight made her nauseated, and the blue sky–well, frankly it was painful to look at. Wednesday curled further into her window seat and brooded. What if she poisoned everyone? After all, she would rather ride in a hearse. The middle-aged man two seats ahead of her with the Hawaiian shirt (what kind of sick person would wear such a thing ?) and the obnoxious music would be first to go. Then the screaming child near the front. Although, a child who could scream like that might come in useful. Besides, he had proved his excellence at climbing (by climbing all over the seats), which was a necessary characteristic of all assassins worth their salt.
In the meantime, there was still the awful sunlight and ensuing nausea. Perhaps it would be more effective to poison herself. She dug the disguised vial out of her satchel.
“Shiny!” crowed the child, right next to her. He had stopped screaming and had toddled his way down the aisle. He pointed a chubby finger at the bottle. “Shiny!”
“Yes,” agreed Wednesday. Her mouth twitched. The child must have cursed her: she couldn’t keep the smile back.