The Clock Strucks Danger

Biscuits For Grandma

A case of Kriminal Kids.

The following story had been written in third person. Do you love biscuits ?

Little Dominique loved his grandmother Francesca. She had started living with his family after being thrown out by her ungrateful children. She always baked delicious cookies and brownies for him, which he would gobble up in seconds. She was a sweet cheerful lady, hardly ever lost her temper or spoke above a certain decibal.

She made an exception on last summer. Little Dominique had been playing around in the house, despite being prohibited to do so, and had broken grandmother's favourite cookie jar. He thought grandmother Francesca would forgive him with a hug and smile, as she always did but that wasn't to be. She gave him a good scolding,spanked him and sent him off to his room. Later, she felt bad and fixed up a chocolate cake to make it up to him. Little Dominique didn't say anything as he came down and accepted two large slices of the cake. Grandmother Francesca thought he had forgiven her.

"Its rude to misbehave Dominique !" Her words rang into his mind.

Little Dominique giggled as he crept into his room. He had a holiday as it was Labour day. It was good to get a day off but he was more excited about what was to come. Grandmother's day was next Sunday and this time, he wanted to give his beloved grandmother Francesca something really special.
He switched on his computer and searched how to make "Empire Biscuits" which he knew was a favourite of his grandmother. He chuckled as he copied down the recipe on his notepad. Next, he went out to buy his ingredients. He was satisfied with his shopping trip, especially with the glass jar that he had bought.

Saturday was an eventful day for Little Dominique. He was busy making biscuits all afternoon. His friends called him to play football with them but he ignored them. He said he was making those biscuits for his grandmother. For the first time in weeks, his mother smiled at him and approved of his activities.

Little did she know.

He poured the confectionery sugar in a plastic bowl and slowly poured milk over it, while stiring it continuously to get the correct consistency for the icing. He made sure to sprinkle some of his 'magic' crushed powder into it, generously as well, laughing to himself as he did so. It looked great. The icing was spread on the little cookie tops evenly with the help of his mother and fresh raspberry jam was slathered inside the two cookies.

"They look delicious, Dominique." She complimented him while patting his back, "I am sure aunt Francesca will love it."

"I sure hope that she does" Little Dominique smiled,"For now, don't tell her that I made some.I want to surprise her."

Happy Grandmother's Day.

"Look what I made you, grandma !" Little Dominique squealed as he stood at the side of Francesca's bed. She woke up groggily and peered at the desk clock. It was five in the morning.

"Dominique ! Why are you up so early ?" She asked curiously, with a little smile.

"Happy grandmother's day !" Little Dominique smiled cheerfully and held out his arms to hug his grandmother.

"Oh my, yes it is." She smiled back and took him in her arms.

"I made you some biscuits, grandmother because I realise how lucky I am to have you" He looked sincerely towards her.

"Dear boy,may god bless you ! My children may have banished me but I have you. Look at you, making me wonderful biscuits" She gushed happily, with a tear in her eye.

"They are waiting for you in the kitchen. I made your favourite. Empire biscuits with raspberry jam."

"Let's go then" She allowed him to lead her.

Little Dominique and his grandmother walked down silently down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Since, it was pretty early in the morning and a weekend none of his parents were awake at that time. It was a cloudy morning, all quiet and calm.

"Here. Have some." Little Dominique presented before her a plate full of cute little biscuits. They gave off a delicious fresh scent.

"Oh yummy yummy" The old woman cooed at the sight of the heavenly biscuits before him. She picked one up and bit into it.

"Umm.." She closed her eyes and nodded her head while munching.

"The crust is so crunchy, just how I like it ! How did you make it, Dominique ?" She asked the little boy who was staring at her with an intrigued expression.

"The secret is to improvise on the ingredients. I added something that I thought you'd like" He replied wisely.

"Hand me one more,Dommy my boy"

He kept on handing her more biscuits and the old loon had a great time eating them.

Crunch,crunch,crunch, gulp.

After soon time, Francesca felt that something was not quite right. Although, they were delicious, the biscuits they seemed to hurt her throat for some reason. And the pain increased as she kept on eating more and more biscuits. She cluthed her throat is horror. It felt as if someone was pricking the inside of her throat with tiny pins.

"D..Dominique" She gasped. Her voice seemed hoarse. The pain had worsened.

"Do you want more biscuits, grandmother ?" Little Dominique looked at her innocently.

"N..no. I think I might be down to something. Call your parents please.I have this horrible throat pain" she could barely speak.

"But" Little Dominique frowned "I made these for you !"

"I can't eat that now, sorry Dominique. Are your parents awake yet ?" Her voice was more of a whisper now.

"You must eat, grandmother. Its rude to misbehave, grandmother. Don't you remember teaching me that" Little Dominique laughed and forced a cookie into her mouth.

"No !" She tried to shout but couldn't. She chewed the crunchy cookie and swallowed.

It hurt her badly.

"More, grandmother. You need to eat them all"

"Dominique no !" She cried but to no avail.

Later that day, when Little Dominique's parents woke up they were greeted with aunt Francesca's dead body in the kitchen. Beside her was a plate of half eaten cookies. Little Dominique was calmly asleep in his room.

Autopsy reports revealed that aunt Francesca had died at 0545 hours that morning due to punctures on her oesophagus. Glass shreds were found sticking on the walls of her throat.

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Can someone tell me how the glass shreds appeared in her throat ?