“Rumor has it that it was Nightshade.”

Could a pretty little flower be a weapon of death potent enough to suction the life out of all those bodies, forcing them to cross that mythical bridge?

He sits there verklempt and petrified, his eyes firmly shut. Witness or perpetrator?

I bend low and peel his eyelids back. “I ask you again…How did this happen?” His only response is the twitching of his neck.

“You are the only one around here,” I continue, “So who started that rumor?”

Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #251, where the words to be used are Suction, Death, Bridge, Petrify, Nightshade, Neck, Peel, Weapon, Little, Bodies, Rumor, Verklempt

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