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The Letter

February 3, 2011

This story was written using a prompt from Eric J. Krause

Christy opened the door and narrowed her eyes. Adam stood on the porch, sleek and polished as usual. Her gut twisted into a knot, but before she could open her mouth he raised a bottle of wine.

“Peace offering?” he asked.

She stared a minute, debating whether to let him in or not. With Adam there was always an ulterior motive. He didn’t look angry or distraught, and after five years together she decided she owed him a conversation at the very least.

“Fine.” She shrugged and moved aside.

“Thanks, Christy.” He strode in and set the bottle on an end table then slipped out of his suit jacket, folded it in half, and laid it across the back of the sofa. “I’ll be right back.” He grabbed the bottle and gestured for Christy to have a seat at the dining table.

Brows scrunched, she dropped into a chair and struggled to find reason in his behavior. She’d made it clear in the letter that they were through, and after three days with no word from him she was sure the next call she’d receive would be from his attorney. The fact that he’d brought wine and was being civil threw her off balance.

“Here you go.” He placed a full glass of merlot in front of her and settled into a chair across the table, casually crossing his legs as though it were a normal evening.

Christy ran her fingers along the base of the glass then asked, “Why are you here, Adam?”

“I just want to talk.”

She doubted his gentle tone and the innocence on his face—a far cry from the twisted man he’d become in the last few years. Sipping her wine she started to relax while he spoke calmly of his shock at finding the letter and his confusion as to where things had gone wrong. She sat silent and continued to drink as his words swirled together in her mind, a jumble of smooth lies and false emotions.

He just doesn’t want me to take half, she thought, and swallowed the last of her wine. Pushing back from the table, she fumbled for her glass, nearly knocking it over, then stood to refill it.
Vertigo spun through her head, limbs going numb and weak. She crumpled to the floor. Adam’s low chuckle echoed in her ears then everything went dark.

#

Warm water lapped at her skin. Her eyes fluttered, but refused to open. Pain seared across her wrist. She gasped and forced her lids wide as Adam dropped her arm into the tub beside her. A red line spilled a ribbon of crimson into the clear water. She tried to scream, to move, to anything, but the drug coursing through her veins held her silent and still.

Her eyes rolled in Adam’s direction. He pulled an envelope from his back pocket and gave her a smile. She recognized the ivory stationary from her desk.

“You really did make it too easy for me, Christy. Going this route means a loss of the insurance money, but at least there won’t be the hassle of a missing person’s investigation. I really can’t say thank you enough.” Adam dropped the envelope on the counter and walked away.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as the colors faded from her vision. The words of her letter replaying in her mind.

Dear Adam,

I can’t take it anymore. The lies. The deceit. It’s to much too bear. I refuse to live like this another day. I know you’ll be fine without me. You always were.

I’m sure you never dreamed it would end this way, but I have nothing left to give. My heart is empty. I’m tired of living a lie.
It’s over.

Christy

The prompt used for this flash was: Your significant other explains the wine you just drank was poisoned. Find more of Eric’s prompts here: Speculative Fiction Writing Prompts

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30 Comments leave one →
  1. February 3, 2011 12:11 PM

    Epic! wow, great job. I absolutely must remember this … you know, as a lesson on using prompts… Ummm…*Crickets*

    Three thumbs up!

    • February 5, 2011 7:00 PM

      I don’t want to know where the 3rd thumb came from. Nope. I don’t.

  2. February 3, 2011 1:23 PM

    Oooo. I like the twist that he used the letter against her like that. You’re a great writer; and you gave me a new fiction prompt place. Thanks.

  3. February 3, 2011 3:13 PM

    Terrific job with the prompt – this is one cold bastard.

  4. February 3, 2011 3:37 PM

    Very cool story! I’m glad I was able to provide inspiration for this story. Adam is quite a twisted individual, but I’m guessing he won’t have to pay for it…at least this time.

    • February 5, 2011 7:01 PM

      I’m glad you liked it! I’ve been trying to think of a story for the prompt for ages.

  5. February 3, 2011 3:43 PM

    Wow. Makes everyone a little more cautious about leaving Dear John notes.

    Awesome writing as usual, sis! *claps* 🙂

  6. February 3, 2011 4:48 PM

    Good job on this one. I saw the drug thing coming from the moment he went to open the wine, but still creepy. 🙂

  7. February 3, 2011 8:24 PM

    If there was ever a prompt for you, Danni. Good to keep the prompt from us until the end – makes it funnier, at least to me!

    soberface

  8. February 4, 2011 2:36 AM

    A top read, some nice twists and one hell of a cold character.

  9. February 4, 2011 5:51 AM

    Twisted is a very good word for him. And for the story! Nice work.

  10. February 4, 2011 6:00 AM

    Love the characterization! This is one of the best, I think. Especially with the twist at the end. Really great job!

  11. February 4, 2011 8:01 AM

    Whoa, intense! Figured he was up to no good, but never saw that end coming. Nice job Danni!

  12. February 4, 2011 8:09 AM

    Wicked, wicked story. This is very good murder/crime fic. Sleek and polished…like an effing snake.

  13. Livy Parker permalink
    February 4, 2011 9:16 AM

    I think I prefer this longer piece than any other flash… good job 🙂

  14. February 4, 2011 9:49 AM

    Yikes! He’s a piece of work, that one. Too bad she didn’t show that letter to an editor first. 🙂 Great, evil story, Danni!

  15. laradunning permalink
    February 4, 2011 10:13 AM

    A woman should always trust her gut instincts. When he did not have any wine himself I knew somthing was amiss. Poor girl, all she wanted to do was leave the guy.

  16. February 4, 2011 12:33 PM

    Brilliant!

  17. February 4, 2011 12:44 PM

    Very good! That was a great idea, using her breakup letter as a suicide note. This was a very creative story. I didn’t realize what was happening till the end. Good one!

  18. February 4, 2011 1:12 PM

    Excellent story – loved the ending!

  19. Blackbirdsong permalink
    February 4, 2011 11:55 PM

    I really love what you did with the prompt and that ending. Great story.

  20. February 5, 2011 11:36 AM

    Love this!! Oh poor girl, she should’ve spoken to her attorney first…

    Excellent use of the prompt.

  21. February 5, 2011 4:47 PM

    Apparently, she didn’t owe him even a conversation after all. Nice creepy story.

  22. Carlos permalink
    February 5, 2011 6:51 PM

    Chilling! Creepy! Cold blooded! No notes from me to you (ever). LOL

    • February 5, 2011 7:02 PM

      But I bought you that lovely stationary! LOL I love you, amor. Thank you for commenting.

  23. February 5, 2011 7:03 PM

    Wow! Thank you all so much. I’m overwhelmed by the comments this week. I’m so glad you all enjoyed the creepy twist and a big thanks to Eric for supplying the prompt!

  24. February 7, 2011 9:32 AM

    oh, twisted. 🙂

    Julie

  25. February 11, 2011 4:57 AM

    WOw. Great story. I love how you made her letter to him the final touch he needed. Excellent piece of work there.

  26. Rocio permalink
    February 13, 2011 9:18 AM

    Good reading..what a twist!

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