Almost Always a Sure Bette

Bette referred to herself as a “tough old broad,” and as head of the second biggest crime syndicate, few doubted her. Certainly not her adult children.

“How’d you get my favorite restaurant to open up on a Monday night? What do you guys want from me?” Bette said between slurps of chowder.

“You can’t sell the family business,” Phillip, the oldest, said. “It’d leave us with nothing.”

Bette’s eyes widened. She convulsed. Foam flowed from her mouth.

“You…”

“You should’ve looked out for your kids,” Phillip said.

He stood. “Let’s go,” he told his sisters, as the nerve agent kicked in.




Prompt: Taking you out, Mom