Fare Thee All Well (50 Word Story #3)

Emil shook the powder into the machine, hands trembling. “It tastes just like almonds, nobody will notice,” he muttered to himself.

He put out a sign, “Ice Cold Shakes $1”. The fair-goers lined up for hours.

He saved the last one for himself, then wrote his note. Eternal infamy beckoned.

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