Down The Stairs

Down The Stairs


I loved my granny. But I loved her millions too and wanted to get rich. So I killed her. Just a deft push down the stairs and she had fallen and died. Her money was mine. Since then I had nightmares. I consulted a witch doctor. She examined me and told me not to lose my knitting threads. That did not make sense. That night I could not find the threads. I went down the stairs. I tripped. Just before I split my head on the last step I glimpsed granny pointing to the threads tied across the third step.

Word Limit: 100 words

Author's Note: This was my entry to the 100 word #microtale competition held by the Facebook Group The Hive. My entry did not win but I am presenting it here. Here is the link to the Facebook post with details of the competition.

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