The story takes place in mid-summer. During the story, someone is framed for a crime they didn't commit. The story must have some medicine appear in the middle. During the story, a character drinks something they haven't had in a while.
It was Mid-Summer's Eve when it happened. I remember because it was still light outside when they came for me at 7 minutes past eight. They told me what they thought I had done, showed me pictures. I almost threw up. One of them yelled at me. Was going to hit me. The other one stopped him. Asked me if I was okay, if I needed anything. If I'd been taking my medicine.
Had I? I mean, I thought I had. I mean to. I know it's good for me. It just makes everything so muddled, I lose track sometimes. I thought hard, focussed on the image of the gleaming pills, seeing them in my hand.
No, I had taken my pills. I didn't do what they said I did. I was sure. Wasn't I?
The nice one brought out a glass of water. It looked a little off, but I didn't want to argue. They looked at each other, and got up.
The nice one looked at me and said "You know what you have to do."
I was confused. They left. I took a sip of water. Except it wasn't water. Once, when I was a kid, I drank poison. I saw the skull and crossbones and thought it was pirate juice.
I thought about what they said was going to happen to me, where I would be going, what they said I did. And I drank my pirate juice.