One Man’s Treasure
“Harold, will you get away from there and close the damn fridge. Didn’t I feed you enough for supper?”
Harold grunted as he closed the fridge door and turned to the cabinet. He hated being so bored he searched through cabinets. For what, he never knew.
Worse yet, his mom thought he did so for attention. Like he wanted to face his dad’s belt for attention.
“What was that?”
He sighed. “Yes, Mom, you did.”
He waited until she went back to watching her gameshow to open another cabinet.
There’s gotta be… AHA!
He grabbed the can of rat poison.