A big hello to all of you and welcome to my first flash fiction in over a year. I am thrilled to be able to participate in Rochelle’s weekly challenge of a story in 100 words – Friday Fictioneers – based on an atmospheric photo prompt kindly provided by Dale. Thank you Rochelle, thank you Dale. Looking forward to reading all the other stories on this prompt.
If you like, you may click here to read and add your own story. See you there!

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
A Knotty Tale
Words 100
Ms Ghari sat in one corner, her knobbly fingers going knit purl, knit purl.
She was scowling and mumbling. “Halloween!!! Such a ruckus with no consideration for a poor old woman. You think I am mad? I will show you.”
She caressed the red wool cap she had knitted. This was no ordinary wool, it was soaked in poison and dried. Whoever wore it was in for an unpleasant end.
The doorbell rang.
Aha, a child!
Gleefully, she wrenched open the door and slipped the cap over the boy who held out a bunch of flowers, “Only for you Ms…”
– xxxx –
Thank you for reading and dont forget to share your thoughts. Have a great day.
Oh my! Ms Ghari is not a nice old lady!
Nicely done, Dahlia!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Dale!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure!
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a bitter woman. I hope she cheers up in prison.
LikeLiked by 1 person
One can hope! Thanks James.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh no, the poor kid!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed. So many of us are targets without knowing why.
LikeLike
poor kid, it looks like she’s suffering from dementia.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Possibly or just plain mean.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, dang! The kid seemed like a nice enough chap. I don’t think I like Ms Ghari very much. But I do like your story.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a lot Alicia!
LikeLike
Oops. Welcome back, Dahlia
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Neil!
LikeLike
How come the old hag did not get poisoned while knitting with the poisoned wool?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good question! The poison primarily enters through the respiratory tract and hence a cap which can be pulled down over the face. She did get a bit of a wheeze which made her even more cranky 😛
LikeLike
What a wretched woman!
Good story, Dahlia!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed! Thank you Nancy 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hope she got her comeuppance
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmmm…i wonder. As i see, her guilt will destroy her.
LikeLiked by 1 person
BSC (bat shit crazy)!
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
oh no! That was not what I was expecting!! 😳What happened next?
LikeLike
Well, if i had my way, the child would have been taken to a hospital for a successful recovery and she to the police station 🙂 Thanks for your visit and comment Anonymous!
LikeLike
Oh no, what a rotten thing to do, that poor child. I hope the flowers are poisoned too.
Great build-up to the deed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poisoned flowers! Wish i had thought of it. a sequel perhaps. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poisoned flowers! Wish i had thought of that! Could be a sequel. Thank you!
LikeLike
Dear Dahlia,
I hope she gets what’s coming to her. What a nasty old crone. And welcome back! 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
You just never know do you?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed, life is like that! Thank you for visiting and dropping a note 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person