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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!
Indeed!
Dear Keith,
Oh dear. Sinister indeed. Nicely done….well you, the writer, not your MC. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Actually, I do make a very tasty spag bol! Cheers Rochelle
I’ll have to take your word for it, Keith. 😉
Yikes – and you’ve written a chilling tale too! Great take on the photo prompt, Keith.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Looks like it’s going to be a chilling week – in more ways than one! Thanks Susan
Your qualifications as sous chef have started fading, LOL. A little thallium goes a long way, doesn’t it? (At least six feet.)
I may just have done myself a disservice, Denise!
A little can for every occasion, no matter the occasion… Nicely done
Every eventuality catered for! Cheers Trent
Hi Keith – having just watched a few clips about cyanide poisoning by killers … I can visualise this rather too well! Cheers Hilary
He’s joined the club! Thanks Hilary
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!
That’s the plan, but you never know!
Poison in the oilcan – just don’t mix them up next time he’s fine tuning the car – that would be a waste 😉
It would be really serious if he wasted his scotch when doing an oil change!
Well. what an unpleasant man! He’d better be careful. Evil usually returns in kind.
He could have created a worse problem for himself!
Oh! An interesting and dark take on the prompt. Nicely done.
Thanks so much Alicia
Oh, dear. Just because she doesn’t want him to drink? There are better ways.
I’m sure that was just the tip of the iceberg!
Naughty, I am sending for Poirot
Little grey cells required! Cheers Michael.
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… 😀
A very good point!
what did she do to deserve such a grand final meal? 🙂
Too much! Do this, don’t do that!
If I were having my final meal, I would probably have chosen a pasta too 🙂
…preferably without his secret ingredient!
Preferably, yes 🙂
What are you feeding her poison? Some hideous plan in mind!
He was fed up with being controlled and thought it was his turn to do something!
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.
I’ll have a word with her! Cheers Natasha
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.
She certainly did, and he could have just made the problem worse!
I was thinking maybe he was going to get his cans mixed up, but he knew exactly what he was doing… nice one!
If he did it would have least stopped her squeaky voice!
Well, I’ve got to say he sounds fairly brisk, chipper and cheerful about what he’s about to do. Good one.
It’s the moments he’s been waiting for! Cheers Sandra
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.
That was the little blue one! Cheers.
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 😎
I’d like to think so! I’m delighted you enjoyed it Isadora.
Chilling!
Jndeed. Thanks so much.
Oh no! I love how his resentment reads through and packs a punch at the end.
I imagine it to have been simmering beneath the surface for years! Thank you
Bon appetit, and adieu!
Santé mes amis!
A little resentment running underneath? Such a lovingly made last meal.
You’ve summed it up perfectly Alice. Thanks
Remind me not to come for dinner!!! Nice write Keith.
He’s not me I promise!!!
Eeeeeeeek! Sinister! A man who does it with finesse!
All those oil cans, you’d have thought he’d be squeaky clean!
Exactly!👌👌👌
Clever, but will he get away with it?
I wonder! Thanks Liz
And he’s all so very jovial about it… Wonder what she did (besides not allow drinking) to deserve such a fate!
I imagine drinking to be just the tip of the iceberg! Thanks Dale
So cruel, never trust a secret drinking a herb growing junky. So funny.
I couldn’t agree more! Thanks James
Cruel and clever. It made me chuckle, but I do have a dark sense of humour. 🙂
The best sort to have! Cheers.
Sometimes I’d like a little red can of my own – and the list’s getting longer 😉 Great story.
I’m with you there Thanks Jilly!
Oils aint oils then. Good one Keith.
Not in this shed!
Somehow I get the feeling of a “mercy” killing… but mercy for whom is always the question
That is certainly one possibility. Cheers Björn
Sinister!
Just a bit! Cheers Dawn
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. 🙂
I’m sure she had. He’s certainly going to need an excuse! Thanks so much