Richard Bishop is a Calgary writer whose non-fiction has appeared in the major US and Canadian outdoor magazines. His short story and flash fiction have been published by Close To the Bone, Every Day Fiction, and in the anthology Blood on the Holly. He is a member of the Alexandra Writer’s Society and frequently critiques on Scribophile.
It Smells So Good
“It smells so good, mother,” said Dagby pointing at the coffee cake cooling on the counter. “Did you use magic spices?”
“Leave the cake alone. You little imp. I made that cake for your faithless father,” said Mother Magda as she left the kitchen with a swish of her black robes.
Dagby looked from side to side, broke off a corner piece, and shoved the morsel into his mouth.
Mother Magda loomed out of the shadows and screeched, “I told you the cake was for your father.”
“It was just a small piece,” whined Dagby. “He’ll never miss it.”
“Like father, like son. You’re both no good. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
Dagby’s throat clenched, his eyes bulged, and he struggled for breath before he collapsed onto the floor. As his vision faded to black, he saw Mommy taking a piece of cake to Daddy.