She was determined to get her own back.
There was absolutely no doubt about the fact that the woman who lives at number seventeen was responsible for her mother’s death. As far as she could tell, she had been the only witness. Now, it was only a matter of biding her time. She planned her retribution carefully. She was aware of the woman’s routine. Timing was everything. There was no hurry, she could wait for the opportunity to present itself. She would make her move at night, or better still in the early hours of the morning. It would be swift, with multiple attacks. She would strike when the guilty party was in the deepest of sleeps.
When the moment came, she struck.
In a way that only a mosquito can!