Trip Hazard

‘Plotting to kill me?’

He asks in jest and I chuckle, as he expects me to. I pick up the slipping rug that almost sent him toppling down those treacherous stairs.

‘I put it there because…,’ but he dismissed my explanation with a ‘yes, dear’ and asks when lunch will be ready. I inspect the uneven floorboards, looking for the loose one. No matter where I push, they won’t stay level. Someone will trip over them.

‘Lunch, dear? I am quite hungry, you know.’

Will I get away with it if he stumbles, falls and his neck takes a twist?

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6 thoughts on “Trip Hazard

      1. Well, clearly it’s put the seed of a thought in my head, so I’m off to polish the floors and then it’s down to Ikea to buy a nice big rug …

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