It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields. Our prompt this week is the image below. 100 words.
Nobody knew what kind of plant it was. The previous condo-owners had left it behind. Maybe it would’ve been a hassle to take along. Either way it was Sammy & Gwen’s hassle now.
It wouldn’t stop growing –- even after six months without water. It should’ve been dead, but it wasn’t.
Weedkiller didn’t faze it.
One morning their little boy’s hamster was not in his cage. The door was shut tight.
That did it.
Sammy tried desperately to yank it out by its roots and pulled back a bloody stub.
“Gwen!” Sammy yelled. “Gwen! Help me!”
Silence.
Sammy bled out.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is