“Come stand beneath the candelabra,” she commanded.
My grandmother, old battle-axe, had never liked me. The feeling was mutual. As the oldest male heir I had inherited our family’s wealth. She had hated me for it, but I still attempted to be respectful. Blind as a bat and equally nocturnal, she eyed me as I stood in the full glare of a hundred crystal housed candles. As if illuminated by God’s own searchlight, I returned her glare.
“Ha!” she expounded with a flourish releasing some sort of rope.
“Damn!” shouted I, as the candelabra slit open my skull.
granny’s intention
Yes. 🙂
Well, I wasn’t expecting such a dramatic twist! Well-done! 😀
Thanks, Sebnem. 🙂
Ouch?
Ka-Blammo!!!
Must have been some light show!!
Very
Nice !
Thanks. 🙂
I really like this! Great job!
Thank you 🙂
I can hear her cackling over here. What an ending!
These things happen. 😉
Yikes!
smart old battle-axe!!
LOL stop encouraging her!!!
Well her job is done! Killed the male heir. Now she can relax and bake some biscuits. 😝
Yum yum
Richard, you’d be a fool to eat her biscuits!! 😳💊 No doubt she’s laced them with something!
If they’re chocolate, I’ll risk it. 😁
Good luck! ⚰️😱👻😋
You underestimated the gravity of the situation.
Drum roll 😬
Oh ouch! Nasty Granny.
I think she was Tasmanian
She be a devil then 😉
😄
Not exactly the warm-and-fuzzy granny stereotype!
Not quite 😉