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It was 11:54, according to the desk clock, as he sat down to write her a letter.
He now felt this was the only way to mend his broken heart.
His writing changed from its usual regular neatness to something wild and jagged as the poison took effect.
By 12:09 it was all over.
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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below to see her post:
Twittering Tales #159 – 22 October 2019
I have also included the following word prompts:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/28/jagged/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/28/rdp-monday-mend/
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Excellent
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Thank you π
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WHAMMO!!!
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Haha, Thanks π
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Wonderfuuly written!
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Thank you. π
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Always a pleasure! π
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Touching story Kristian
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Thanks, Sadje π
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Youβre welcome π
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Sad tale, excellent take on the prompt photo!
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Thank you very much. π
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Wonderful tale! How terrible! π
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Thanks, Kat. A sad end, I’ll try to make the next one a bit more jolly π
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Oh…please don’t change unless the “spirits” move you. I love your dark tales Kristian! π
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Bless you, Thanks Kat π
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Yikes!
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I couldn’t resist writing a grim tale this week. π
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Left me wondering if he did it to himself or if she was responsible. Hmmmm!
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That would make a good twist! π
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