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That one’s oil, this one’s fertilizer and the big one is my secret supply of whisky! She doesn’t allow me to drink. I need the small red one. Right, off to the kitchen!
I’ve fried the onions, browned the meat, and added tomatoes and herbs. The pasta’s boiling. I think that’s done. Let’s serve up.
“Sit up darling, dinner’s ready”
A little salt on mine, and a drop or two of my special condiment in hers; the one in the small red can. Drip, drip and another drip for luck. Done. Spaghetti bolognese. Her favourite. Well, she deserves something special for her final meal.
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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. The photo is by Nick Allen.
Sinister!
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Indeed!
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Dear Keith,
Oh dear. Sinister indeed. Nicely done….well you, the writer, not your MC. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Actually, I do make a very tasty spag bol! Cheers Rochelle
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I’ll have to take your word for it, Keith. 😉
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Yikes – and you’ve written a chilling tale too! Great take on the photo prompt, Keith.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Looks like it’s going to be a chilling week – in more ways than one! Thanks Susan
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Your qualifications as sous chef have started fading, LOL. A little thallium goes a long way, doesn’t it? (At least six feet.)
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I may just have done myself a disservice, Denise!
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A little can for every occasion, no matter the occasion… Nicely done
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Every eventuality catered for! Cheers Trent
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Hi Keith – having just watched a few clips about cyanide poisoning by killers … I can visualise this rather too well! Cheers Hilary
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He’s joined the club! Thanks Hilary
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He has way too many fatal secrets. I guess he’ll get to drink all he wants when the deed is done. Very sinister indeed!
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That’s the plan, but you never know!
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Poison in the oilcan – just don’t mix them up next time he’s fine tuning the car – that would be a waste 😉
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It would be really serious if he wasted his scotch when doing an oil change!
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Well. what an unpleasant man! He’d better be careful. Evil usually returns in kind.
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He could have created a worse problem for himself!
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Oh! An interesting and dark take on the prompt. Nicely done.
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Thanks so much Alicia
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Oh, dear. Just because she doesn’t want him to drink? There are better ways.
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I’m sure that was just the tip of the iceberg!
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Naughty, I am sending for Poirot
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Little grey cells required! Cheers Michael.
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Well, how many of us will be able to say that we nibbled our way away with something we love coating our tongues? Lucky. I think… 😀
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A very good point!
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what did she do to deserve such a grand final meal? 🙂
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Too much! Do this, don’t do that!
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If I were having my final meal, I would probably have chosen a pasta too 🙂
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…preferably without his secret ingredient!
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Preferably, yes 🙂
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What are you feeding her poison? Some hideous plan in mind!
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He was fed up with being controlled and thought it was his turn to do something!
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Can’t get any more sinister can it!
I think he needs a dose of Rosey. Maybe that will help him lighten up!!
Good one, Keith.
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I’ll have a word with her! Cheers Natasha
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I have a feeling she did more than just stop him from drinking. Perhaps her ghost will bedevil him, then what will he do? Wonderfully told.
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She certainly did, and he could have just made the problem worse!
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I was thinking maybe he was going to get his cans mixed up, but he knew exactly what he was doing… nice one!
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If he did it would have least stopped her squeaky voice!
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Well, I’ve got to say he sounds fairly brisk, chipper and cheerful about what he’s about to do. Good one.
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It’s the moments he’s been waiting for! Cheers Sandra
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Wow, you really snuck up on us with this one! Now why would such a nice guy murder his wife? Nice misdirection with frying onions. I assumed the red can had vegetable oil.
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That was the little blue one! Cheers.
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A villainous approach in this story. I wonder if she’ll be able to taste his venom in more ways than one. ~~~ : -) Loved it, Keith.
Isadora 😎
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I’d like to think so! I’m delighted you enjoyed it Isadora.
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Chilling!
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Jndeed. Thanks so much.
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Oh no! I love how his resentment reads through and packs a punch at the end.
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I imagine it to have been simmering beneath the surface for years! Thank you
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Bon appetit, and adieu!
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Santé mes amis!
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A little resentment running underneath? Such a lovingly made last meal.
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You’ve summed it up perfectly Alice. Thanks
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Remind me not to come for dinner!!! Nice write Keith.
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He’s not me I promise!!!
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Eeeeeeeek! Sinister! A man who does it with finesse!
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All those oil cans, you’d have thought he’d be squeaky clean!
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Exactly!👌👌👌
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Clever, but will he get away with it?
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I wonder! Thanks Liz
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And he’s all so very jovial about it… Wonder what she did (besides not allow drinking) to deserve such a fate!
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I imagine drinking to be just the tip of the iceberg! Thanks Dale
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So cruel, never trust a secret drinking a herb growing junky. So funny.
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I couldn’t agree more! Thanks James
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Cruel and clever. It made me chuckle, but I do have a dark sense of humour. 🙂
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The best sort to have! Cheers.
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Sometimes I’d like a little red can of my own – and the list’s getting longer 😉 Great story.
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I’m with you there Thanks Jilly!
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Oils aint oils then. Good one Keith.
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Not in this shed!
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Somehow I get the feeling of a “mercy” killing… but mercy for whom is always the question
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That is certainly one possibility. Cheers Björn
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Sinister!
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Just a bit! Cheers Dawn
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I bet he had been dreaming of that for years until she finally pushed him over the edge. Insanity plea perhaps? Or maybe just run for it! Good one Keith. 🙂
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I’m sure she had. He’s certainly going to need an excuse! Thanks so much
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