(100-word flash fiction)
She surveys the bench-top, disgust billowing within her. All the evidence points to his visit. Mess, filth. Disorder.
She has to find a way of keeping him out. Even if it means killing him.
Poison, she decides. That will be slow and sure. She was never the one for violence.
She plans her next move carefully. How and when. And most importantly, how much. She’s sure there’s some in the cupboard. The same cupboard he has messed up not knowing his death was sitting right there, right where his dirty paws had touched.
“Hunh! You’re dead, you dirty rodent!”
Genre : Frivolous thriller non-fiction 🙂
And so, thanks to Rochelle the eclectic group of Fictioneers fictioneering on Friday meet again 🙂
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