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I’m Going To Kill Him!

I ask him to do one simple thing and he makes a mess of it.

What makes it worse is it’s his fault I’m here. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve asked him to not leave bits of his motorbike lying around on the kitchen floor. He tells me it was a front brake master cylinder I tripped over. I won’t tell you what I said.

The result – torn knee ligaments.

So I ask him to do my nails. Aquamarine I said. What does he do? Bright bloody red!

When I reach those crutches I’m going to kill him.


A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames


A writer of short stories.

13 thoughts on “I’m Going To Kill Him!

  1. Oh, Michael! You’ve been snooping in my kitchen! Motorcycle parts, bicycle, any kind of tool or part. I finally cured him by gathering it all up in a sturdy box and hiding it in the basement, telling him I’d given it all away. I didn’t let him suffer too long, but it did convince him to quit using my kitchen as a repair shop 🙂

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