I mixed the butter, flour, sugar, milk, salt, and nitroglycerine in the appropriate amounts, taking care to stir carefully so as not to make the nitro start working too early. I needed this cake to be extra special and to have it go off prematurely would be bad. I had decided a month ago this is how I would do it: on Robbie’s birthday. I’d only told the one person who I knew wouldn’t judge me, who had been through what I’d been through and then some. My Grandma always told me that if I had to kill someone to do it with a bang.
A 105-word offering for Saturday Centus Week 149.