PHOTO PROMPT – © Sandra Crook
Picking Poison
“We’re dying, one poisonous pandemic at a time.”
I clutch Edgar’s hand, not because I’m scared, but because he needs it. We all need it. Great-Gran says there was a time people went without gloves. I wish Edgar believed legends more than pundits.
He nods at the slanted hourglass. “Time’s running out. You know, the latest-“
“Shut. Up. I don’t care about transferred bodily fluids or toxins in sliced onions or whatever the latest is.” I pull off my gloves, throw a rock at the hourglass. Glass and sand rain over the forget-me-nots. “Kiss me, Edgar. If we’re dying, we might as well live.”
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Lisa Dunn 
There’s always something to worry about. I like where you took the prompt. Well done.
Dear Lisa,
Powerful last line.
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Rochelle
The ending was powerful. With all the conflicting and scary news about toxins in food there is no enjoyment left. Well done.
Great take on the prompt. Loved the last line too.
This is great. What’s the point in living, packed into a bubble. Sadly we seem on the way to that.
Brilliant! I love the futuristic sense of this (though it could be now!) and the resolution at the end!