• Poison

    Desire and indignation resonated through Mr. Irwin when Sally stopped to look at the teapot. He glanced away and focused on restocking shelves. The demonic raucousness of his inner voice made him cringe. “Feed your darkest desires!”  The voice demanded. “No! I won’t give in. She is too innocent,” Mr. Irwin argued. “Morgan was too…” the voice snickered. ...