“The moths around that street lamp give me an ominous feel. Don’t they know they will get torched?”
“Perhaps, they do. But they cannot overcome their natural instincts. Just like a lover does…..”
Bob looked at me dreamily, as his voice trailed off. It was his manner of expressing love, as he downed his sixth drink for the evening. Silly, romantic poet that he was ….
The banker confirmed that all nominations were in my name, and his will was in the locker with duplicate keys. It was now only a matter of time, till the slow poison consumed him.
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This was a fatal bad judgment on his part. I hope she’ll face discovery and punishment in some way. Poison leaves traces. She’ll probably have the body cremated but CSI labs are getting better at discovery. Good writing, Reena. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks!
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You created an evil woman with these few words. Good job!
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Evil is always intense in small doses. 🙂
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Maybe he dies happy at least… that poison can have worse effect on the families than the drinker dying.
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Agree. Thanks!
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An eerie tale and very well crafted, Reena.
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True love, to the bitter end. 😀
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Well, we both have ladies poisoning their men (or a dozen in my story :D) Reena. Good one.
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🙂
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Poison with alcohol, he is in trouble.
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7 drinks can create trouble without the poison too 😊
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Poor Bob! Little does he know what the drinks are doing!
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He is intoxicated 😊 with love and alcohol.
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Poor guy. He’ll die thinking she loves him back.
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Many of such victims do. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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A poet with enough money to be worth murder? Must be inherited wealth!
Great story, Reena, about the slow poison of romantic love.
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You have a point there 😊 He could be in some other business with a poetic talent.
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Looks like drink number seven will be his last. Cheers – and farewell
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Well at least he won’t die thirsty 🙂
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🙂
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Great take on the prompt. Sinister !
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Thanks, Meha!
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Yes! A great kill story…
Mine: https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2017/12/14/lighting-the-way/
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Thank you, Scott!
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The moths are drawn to the flame as he is drawn to her – both will get burned! Nicely creepy tale Reena
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Thanks, Lynn! The attraction of moths to a flame has always inspired poets.
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Poor Bob – what a lovely couple they make!
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Lovely and loving, for sure 😀 Thanks, Iain!
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Eek! Chilling story! Poor poet.
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😮
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ouch – greed is in the air…. as poison takes its time….
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Ppl outlive their utility 😊
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A festive touch to this chiller, Reena
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Festive?
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