Flash Fiction – After the Poison

My second flash fiction attempt.  This time at 200 words.  Let me know what you think.

She was dead now.  He could imagine her struggle, trying to catch her breath as the poison raced through her veins.  Did she feel on fire?  It must have been agony.  And he took some comfort in the fact it would have been quick.  

The chocolates would eventually be traced back to him, he knew that.  There was a chance he could get away before they knocked on his door.  His wife standing there looking all surprised.  His wife.  This was all her fault.  She was supposed to eat the chocolates.  The constant indulgences led her to overeat and become fat.  She always just sat there after work, eating.  Watching TV.  She should have felt the burning sensation through her veins.  But she gave the chocolates away to her friend and now her friend was dead and he was stood looking at his animated wife, pleased with herself for giving the chocolates away.  Did she know?  

Unfolding events carried fast and his wife was the one who broke the news to him.  He didn’t have to fake being devastated.  Half wishing he had borded the plane and chucked the chocolates.  Too late now.  There was a knock on the door. 

Thank you for reading.