P is for Poison

I'm doing flash fiction for this year's A to Z challenge, hope you enjoy!


“I don’t think we should do this anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“Us. This. I don’t think we should be together anymore.”
She folded her arms and looked down at her feet.
“Where is this coming from?”
“It’s - nowhere -”
“It’s him, isn’t it? What’s he been telling you this time?”
“It’s nothing to do with him, it’s entirely my decision.”
“Can’t you see he’s poisoned you against me? I can’t believe you’re letting him tear us apart!”
“Maybe we were already poisoned. Maybe he just helped me to see it.”
She turned and walked away, and didn’t look back.


  1. The question I have to ask, was the poison already there and 'he' has a point, or is 'he' just being a controlling arse?
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  2. He sounds like he has a strong ulterior motive!

    Annalisa, writing A-Z vignettes, at Wake Up, Eat, Write, Sleep

  3. He sounds like he's a manipulator, or that just me being paranoid?
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  4. we often react to perceptions and not reality

  5. Ouch, this sounds like quite a real break up. Great job.

  6. Oh, no. Hard to say if it was poisoned or already bad.

  7. Good job, Laura. A very thought-provoking story. Hope you're enjoying the weekend.

  8. >>..."She folded her arms and looked down at her feet."
    In body language terms, she'd definitely made up her mind,
    Good one,Laura!

  9. Hope she made the right decision. Good story. Alana rmblinwitham.blogspot.com

  10. Another good one, Laura. :-) I love how much of a story you're capturing in so few words.

  11. Powerful story - I wonder which one of them was telling the truth? Were they already poisoned or not? Great writing!

  12. I LOVE stories in dialogue, this is no exception, honestly one of your strongest along with immortal and Horsemen. Can't wait to see what you have next :)


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