a/n: My first flash fiction piece! (I got the idea from Marner1... You should check their stuff out!) The goal is to tell a story in as little words as possible, but the story must have a twist at the end. This one was actually inspired when my dog pooped on the floor in my room, which is actually really strange... (He's a weird one, my dog... Just like his owner lol)

“More tea, Mother?”

Her mother’s head nodded, and the girl poured imaginary tea into her mother’s tiny teacup.

“And you, Mrs. Fitzherbert? More tea?” She held the teapot over the stuffed monkey’s cup. “No? Very well. But do try these cakes!” The girl set down the teapot and took a little square of yellow pastry from a plate in the center of the table. She placed it carefully on Mrs. Fitzherbert’s saucer. “Mother made them special for the party.”

The girl turned her attention to the stuffed dog seated to her left. “Mr. Sinclair, please try and be a bit more careful with your tea: We only have one tablecloth.” She chuckled to her self.

The girl smiled pleasantly and picked up her own teacup, saucer in the opposite hand. She took a dainty sip of the invisible liquid with her pinky outstretched. The girl placed her teacup back on the table before her and laid her hands primly in her lap, the tulle petticoat under her dress crinkling from the pressure.

“Well, this is a lovely tea party, isn’t it?” She looked from one guest to another and smiled again.

Her mother’s head nodded in return.

The girl dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, then returned it to her lap. “Yes, I agree, Mrs. Fitzherbert: We should do this again sometime.” She took another sip of invisible tea. “One thing though,” she said as she set her cup on it’s saucer. “Next time, mother, could you please wash up a bit before the party? If I may be so frank, you smell something awful.” The girl crinkled her nose.

But her mother did not respond, only slumped down even further in her chair, the flies buzzing around her dead and rotting body.