Trifecta: Week Seventy-Five

This week’s word is:


1: a usually swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed and opened; also : a similar part of a piece of furniture
2: doorway
3: a means of access or participation : opportunity <opens new doors> <door to success>
This week’s challenge is community judged.
I was sure I would be missing this week’s challenge.Been busy first with celebrating my Birthday(30th),then with a short trip to a holiday spot & today the Theatre!Whee,what a hectic “Tri-day”-significant that?;-)Never mind all that,here is my piece,exactly 333 words long-a little cliched perhaps but this is what my “happily satiated” brain conjured up:-)




It nestled in his pocket.It had cost him-a lot.But it will be worth it,he thought.


Hurrying down the dark street, he kept touching his pocket from time to time, as if to reassure himself that it was still there.



“Let me tell you,if I say I saw it,means it is true!Jimmy,do you ever listen to what I say?”she said,her voice dripping acid.


“Yes Honey,I always do”,he replied  in a resigned voice,born out of being married for a dozen years.


“Don’t evade the issue and “honey” me Jimmy Curtis!I know the likes of you!”she said accusingly.


“Okay,what is it that you want me to do?” he asked timidly.


“You are the man of the house.Do something before I get killed!”She screeched.


It had been going on for two days now.


Esmeralda was convinced that she had seen a Krait inside the kitchen garden.She had even concocted some stories of her scary yet brave encounters with the reptile.This had made her kitty party a roaring success that evening.


Tired of her nagging ,he had started to think .


And that had opened another door for him ….


He shivered when he looked back at that conversation.He marveled at his own courage.When pushed too hard,or too often,even the meekest can do the undoable.


It had needed meticulous planning of course.



Reaching home,he slipped in quietly and went straight to the kitchen.Esmeralda was out for the evening.Donning gloves,he  took out the bottle from his pocket and holding it’s mouth open,dropped the contents into the flour bin.He smiled, for he knew that the next morning,Esmeralda would be baking cookies for the  Ladies society baking contest.



The next afternoon…


“Sorry Mr.Curtis, the venom had spread too much for the anti-serum to work.Had she been brought here an hour earlier,possibly…”


“Oh Doctor!”he moaned, “if only I had not gone to the Pest Control office in the morning..but she had been insisting that there was a Esmee!”


He had sobbed brokenly,all the while laughing inwardly at his well earned freedom.