Tag: lies

  • Jacket Pocket

    I knew there was a problem as soon as I put on my mother’s jacket.  Her pockets were too heavy.  I had finally found her hiding spot; the hiding spot I had been searching for.  I knew she had forgotten she had left the photos in her pocket because she had been hiding them from…

  • Chasing a Ghost

    I had suspected I was chasing a ghost for several months now.  I just hoped it wasn’t time.  If it was time, everything I had been doing – all the work I had done for the last few months – was a total waste.  All I needed to do was to find my cousin.  If she…

  • Lies

    “I can’t take any more of your lies. Of the manipulation. I can’t keep doing everything for you and then getting ghosted once I am done.” I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, practicing the speech I had been writing. If I didn’t get everything just right, I knew Shelly would turn everything against…

  • The Cradle

    I knew the cradle would be a problem the moment I walked in. I knew Max meant well, but this cradle was out of control. The cradle was just about the ugliest thing I had ever seen and looked like it was going to fall apart any second. I took a deep breath and wondered…

  • Winter Hideout

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew I was finally home when I saw the lights. I only saw the lights because I had finally had the courage to confront my past. And the first way I knew how to confront my past was to come back where all the drama started. I knew my…

  • Hidden

    I had always been adept at the art of being able to hide.  To disappear. My proficiency at hiding in plain sight came about mainly because I had always been suspicious of other people.  My father had always been wary of others spying on our family and did everything in his power to pass along his…

  • Comfort and Lies

    All I wanted was the comfort of my own room.  My own place where I could be myself and not have to talk to anyone.  But I knew I wouldn’t have a room to myself anytime soon so I resigned myself to having to share.  At least I shared a room with Ashley and not…

  • The Wedding Dress

    The single photograph I had of my mother was from her wedding day.  And it was only of her.  Though I had no memories of my mother, the stories I had made up over the years about her childhood, college days and marriage to my father filled notebook upon notebook that I stashed on the…

  • The Laws of Attraction

    “I’m not sure when the attraction started, but once I realized, I fell hard and fast.  I couldn’t get enough and I didn’t know when to stop.  Or how to stop.”  I wanted to keep talking, but couldn’t figure out how to say exactly how I felt.  I thought if I told Bill exactly how…

  • Whipped

    “The whipped cream is ruined.  Ruined.  Absolutely.  What am I going to do now?”  I whispered to myself.  I was about to lose my job and with it, my security.  If I lost my job, I would literally be outed for everything I had done wrong.  If my parents learned about all my minor transgressions,…