She Lied

Jayne.PressSep 28 · 1 min read

A micro story about a girl who lied

Photo by Daria Nepriakhina on Unsplash

“I’m going to Venice,” she says. “I’m late for my flight.” Her empty palms show as she waves goodbye to her friends. She freezes for a moment to sip from her piping hot cup of coffee, then rushes off down the road. A few blocks later she takes one last sip of her coffee and tosses it in the trash as she walks into her favorite bar. Smells like last night, and sweat. She never liked the smell much. Makes her head hurt but the bartender knew how to make her drinks and in what order, so she kept going back.

This was originally published on The Intoxicating Unhinged Mind There’s some amazing writers contributing to this publication. When you have a moment you should check them out.

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