Flash Fiction Friday #3

This is Flash Fiction Friday #3 over at my group blog Paper Hangover.

Here's the way it works: Each week you're given a writing prompt that is meant to get your creative juices flowing and help you stretch those typing muscles. It's meant to be fun, no pressure. If you participate,link your post in the comments section at Paper Hangover and then we'll pop over and give it a read.

This week's topic:

"In 300 words or less, write a story that begins with "It's not you, it's me..."

“It’s not you, it’s me, Max.” I say as I rub his back. “I knew this wasn’t going to work from the beginning, but Suzy couldn’t stop gushing about how cute you were, I just had to see for myself.” I start to back away. I can’t risk standing this close for too long. 

“Of course she was right, but our relationship has become unbearable, really. You have to know that, or at least sense something is wrong. I just can’t handle being around you anymore. When I see you my eyes start to water, my breaths become short and quick, my heart races. It’s just not healthy. And no matter how much medication I take, it just doesn’t help.” My hand is on the doorknob, poised to dash out the front door if necessary.  

“Please don’t look at me like that. You’ll find someone else, I promise. Someone who can appreciate you, and love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Meredith it’s time,” the woman from the agency says.  

“Please don’t cry,” I say to Max as the woman closes in on him. “You’ll be happy I promise.”

“You know if we can’t find a home for him, he’s going to be put down?” she says.

My eyes dart from the woman to Max, and then I rush back over to him. He jumps up on me, licking my face, wagging his tail, and I melt all over again.

“Okay Max you win. Medication for life it is,” I say just before the sneezing fit starts. 

The woman huffs. “We won’t need your services after all,” I say to her. “You can let yourself out.”  

Hope you liked it! Give it a try next week.