Horror Flash Fiction: The Valentine's Gift

It's that time of the year again.

I know she's expecting me to give her something not so plain.

But the year has been hard 

And I no longer have a credit card.

It doesn't matter to her, though.

Because she saw her career and money grow.

So all she wants for Valentine's Day is a  gift from me.

Something big and shiny, that will fill her with glee.

I can't tell her I won't bring her what she really wants.

But I worry the morning will be spent hearing taunts.

And so I come up with a plan.

I know she fears a snake in a can.

I watch gleefully as she opens it on Valentine's morning.

The snake jumps at her without a warning.

I watch her getting slowly numb

She can no longer criticize my pranks are dumb.

And for this day, at least

For once, her voice and scorn have ceased.