When Glenda put the curse on Bill he just laughed it off. He was doomed to not be able to taste salt, ever. He could put the whole shaker right on his tongue, but nothing would happen.
Bill thought this was the lamest curse, but over time he found himself eating less and less. He didn’t bother going out to dinner anymore. There was never any joy in food. Other tastes faded into monotony.
His life devolved into the blandness he experienced eating. He went to ask forgiveness, but Glenda passed away weeks before.
All he could say was, “Blah.”
Crisp hundred dollar bill was slipped inside the card
Okay, maybe that wasn’t enough. A second one went in
Now that should buy some mercy or at least forgiveness
She couldn’t want that much more from him
Everything had gone according to plan
Quaint superstitions and taboos were maintained
Under his watchful eye
Everything had gone perfectly
Now he realized that perfect had been from his perspective
Couldn’t have anticipated she would have so much trouble with it
Everyone is a bit weird. People were messy, and she was people
Still, two hundred should buy his way out, right?