A Drug Habit



I really didn’t think he meant it this time.  Whenever he broke up with me, he always came back.  He once said that I was like a drug habit he couldn’t kick and that made me feel good because it meant that he needed me.

His family and friends never approved of me. They said that I was toxic for him.  They wanted him to dump me.  He tried to countless times but always came back.  This time when he didn’t, I went to the deli where he worked and met his fiancée.

He’d gotten me out of his system.


100 Words


This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For more details, visit Here.  To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

20 thoughts on “A Drug Habit

    • Dear Rochelle,

      It sounds like he finally did what everyone else had told him to do. Whether he will be happy with his decision, only time will tell. And as for the MC, it will take a long time for her to get over it. Thanks 🙂


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