Poor little Wilton!

The ten-year-old was dying of a terrible disease, but his Aunt Hilda refused to allow him any peace during his final days.

If he dropped a single speck of melted butter on the tablecloth while eating his warm biscuit with wild cherry marmalade, she chased him away from the table.

Although he was desperately lonely, she brutally killed his pet turtle, the only friend he had. If he walked across the living room, she demanded that he walk around the edge of the cloth rug because she wanted to keep it clean.

There was no end to the grief his Aunt Hilda was bringing into his life.

Then, one day, little Wilton decided to do something about his tormentor.

"Good story, satisfying!"

"Ok, I admit I love a good revenge story. This is a short story, so it is not possible to really give any details. But, I will say it was clever, held my interest and revenge is best served right before jelly toast! Enjoy!" Amazon reviewer