Wicked Stepfather

100 words about killing a stepfather
photo by Kelly Sikkema 

She has been watching the icicles grow for weeks. From her bedroom window, she has the perfect view. There aren’t many left, most of them have gone during practice. There’s one in particular she thinks’ll do the trick.

‘Vicky, downstairs. I’m leaving.’

‘I’ll take the school bus.’

She boils the kettle and pours water into the mug. Not too much, she doesn’t want it to fall too fast.

Downstairs, he stomps doorward. She begins the countdown. Throws the water at the icicle. He opens, then slams the door, making the house shake.

The icicle doesn’t fall.

He lives another day.

14 thoughts on “Wicked Stepfather

  1. Ha! love that. The perfect crime, do you think? Maybe not. These days the police would probably be able to tell hot water had been poured on the icicle. Maybe if she’d just turned her radiator up full, so the heat spilling from her bedroom window gradually melted it …

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    1. They probably would, I reckon. I mean, why did she have a kettle in her room in the first place? That’s got to look fishy… I’ll pass on the radiator suggestion 😀

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