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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.
This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below to see her post:
I have also included the following word prompts: