“No more sugar,” the doctor had said.
The efforts to avoid that crisis began then. At first, the Colonel complied, but after a few days, they found him at the local patisserie, his favorite donut in his hand.
Violet took leave from work to monitor her father. Each time he tried to sneak off, she would patiently explain to him the risks. He listened to her.
A few days later, though, he was the patisserie again. Violet had been bathing.
She cried, her determination broken at last.
“We’re trying to fill a shopping cart with water,” her husband observed.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 28th July 2016)