One of the winning in the Platypus Day flash fiction contest.
The platypus was confused. His grandmother, Lady Platypus had died a tragic death.
He didn’t know if he must blame himself or Lady Platypus’ I mistake things for other things memory problem.
She often mistook her hairbrush for a toothbrush, the stove’s knob for the volume knob and pineapples for vitamin pills.
One evening, the platypus returned home from office and rang the door bell. Suddenly there was a THUD and a SPLATTER.
Lady Platypus, who ran to open the front door of the house, had instead opened the refrigerator’s door with such great force that it fell on her.