My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Tuesday, 8 November, 2011

The Weapon #Day8

The nauseating stink led me to open the terrace door and find the corroding corpse of the cat. The neighbors missing Ginger. 
I almost puked at the sight of the carcass being eaten by insects and bugs. The watchman removed the dead cat from my terrace and cleaned it.
The neighbor was almost in tears. So was I. She had lost her favorite pet and I had found the weapon that stabbed the pet. 

The count now is three since the day I found in my grand uncle's tool kit. I should get rid of it as soon as possible.

5 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Nimue said...

Oooo !! you keep me on edge! nice !!

Punkster said...

The writing tool will always be the most powerful weapon. Yep.

Richa said...

@ Nimue :)

@ Punky, indeed :)

Anonymous said...

horrific incident , powerful statement :)

Richa said...

@meethimirchi, pen(cil) is mightier than sword :D