Everyone else was looking at the moon that night. A celestial event, which made the whole thing even easier to pull off.
She quietly removed the lace curtain from the rod, twisted it, and tiptoed across the room to the sleeper in the twin bed. Just enough space between his neck and the mattress for her to slip the cloth underneath and wait for the right moment.
The seconds ticked off slowly and at the exact same time the fireworks were to begin, she yelled, “Surprise!” and tightened it with all her strength. She wanted him to see her face.
photo credit to Gah Learner
A 100 word story inspired weekly by a photo prompt and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields. Click the link to read other stories.
Retired Ruth 
Death by lace curtain – a cool-headed slayer.
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My goodness! What has he done to anger her? I don’t want to be on her bad side. Nicely done.
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Oh my god, that was harrowing! Very engaging piece, held my horror-film loving attention!
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Liked, because you drew me in immediately. Then oh my!!! unexpected… which is lovely, but! but! but! And now I need to know more! 🙂
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Oh my goodness – that was grisly! How she must have hated him!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Wow! What had he done to deserve that, I wonder? That’s a startling and well-written response to the prompt, Ruth.
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