Sacrifical Lamb
Nealie invites someone for one last tea party.
“Surely one tea party, you have time for that, right?”
The small doll like Sweetical looked up at her mark with large eyes, wet with tears.
The person in front of her smiled, it reeked of pity, which frankly was an annoyance that Nealie could barely handle. Pity was not something she needed, nor did it do any good to anyone really…
Nevertheless, she would put up with it. If only for the sweetness that would surely follow this encounter.
With a warm smile, she grabbed their hand and led them to the spot in which they would have their final tea party.
The room was decorated with pastel blues and pinks, the dishes having gold trim and loaded with various sweets.
Her visitor stopped and admired the room before sitting down at one of the seats around the table.
“I guess you really like tea parties, huh?”
Nealie sat at the other seat, a smile upon her own face.
“I do. I make all my sweets special. Oh dear, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
The Sweetical picked up the tea kettle and turned it on.
The guest bit down on a pastry consisting of sweet bread, filled with a jelly and covered in a powdered sugar.
“It’s good, right? Enjoy them as much as you’d like.”
She smiled as her guest’s face fell.
“Oh dear, I forgot to ask if you were allergic to poison… Oh well, might as well put you out of your misery.”
With a smile, she pulled out her sweetware