Why seek revenge when one can simply reciprocate?

Am I mad about Rover?
Not at all.
Sure he barked at late hours of the night, but he was a good dog.
Am I mad the tiny, old woman next door poisoned him with tainted dog treats?
Of course not.
In fact, I’ve shown her my good will by making her a delicious cake. I left it at her front door for her birthday.
I may have left a note saying it’s from a relative, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s made with sugary goodness . . .
. . . and d-CON©.



By Lari


For Chuck Wendig's Flash Fiction Challenge: 100 Words on the Subject of Revenge