One more for Charli Mills’ Musical Berries prompt at . What do you think?

Price of Silence

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

I asked her to stop singing, but she wouldn’t.  Studying grew impossible while my sweater-stealing dorm-mate belted out pop tunes, hummed arias, or whistled nursery songs. No amount of begging inspired her silence.

As a botany student, I knew what must be done. I gathered berries and made the drink, a fragrant tea. Tea sooths the throat of a singer, and the serendipity of it pleased me. She studied philosophy. I provided a way for her to experience a closeness with her idol, Socrates.



She downed her drink without suspicion. The hemlock reacted, and at last she stopped singing.