Taking Advantage Of Me

Moon passed a gasp thru her mouth witnessing the scene of Ford on the floor by his desk. She was standing still by the door and seeing the figure of Ford sitting on the floor to the left of the desk with his back resting against the side of the wooden desk.

His head was handing down and Moon assumed that he was now gone.

Ford was dead. How could this be? Moon thought real evil in this world never dies easily but apparently even they die at the hand of something as small as an allergy.

Oh god! He died by a reaction to a drink She got for him. She is so going to jail.

A horrified scream wrenched thru her quivering lips as realizations and images of herself in a black and white striped shirt and pants beating away at a huge rock with a pointy chisel under the night sky in the desolated looking backyard of a huge prison on a remote rocky mountain began to fleet thru her eyes.