Liar Liar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
Two people meet and have an unexpected conversation.

Submitted: August 14, 2016

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A night came by and I met a girl.

We greeted each other and I saw her eyes,

her luscious brown curls,

her head to the sky.

She never looked down,

and I felt so much pride,

confidence dripping from all of her sides,

and we sat on a bench

in the middle of that night

and we had a one-sided conversation

I’d never forget

for the rest of my life.

 

“Some people can sing,” she started to say,

“melodies that dance and whistle through the wind.

Their voices are angels that float above clouds

in bodies trapped below on human grounds,

gifted to us to share their sounds.

 

Some, after a time, die out, move along,

and as their souls lose life,

so do their songs.”

 

“Some can dance,” she then went on,

“ballet and tap on stages and streets.

Some professionally, for money and riches,

others for fun, genuine ambition,

both types want to be the best,

they work hard, soon tire, must rest.

 

Eventually, when they lose all their breath,

they stop dancing with life

and must dance with death.”

 

“Some people draw,” she paused, then continued,

“pencil on paper, curves and lines,

shapes and figures that represent the mind.

Imagination soars in these people,

they want to get their mental picture

into reality,

and with an artist’s mentality,

all is possible.

 

A pencil doesn’t last forever, however,

and when the point is dulled,

so is the point of life.”

 

Here’s when the girl seemed to pause.

She thought for a bit, thinking to herself,

pondering what she’d say next

as I anticipated her words.

 

“I, too, have a talent, you see.”

 

“I can cry and smile at the very same time.”

 

She demonstrated with a grin and some tears,

and in front of me, she smiled and cried,

seeming to exude happiness still.

 

“The thing, you see, is it’s not what you think.”

 

“To you, at the same time, both can be employed.”

 

“A healthy grin and tears of joy.”

 

“You think I am happy, filled with glee.”

 

“All is not what it seems with me.”

 

“I’m not just a girl

in the middle of the night

with curls,

happy eyes,

her head to the sky.”

 

“This is my talent, and even it isn’t true.”

 

The girl continued to cry,

but her smile became a frown.

Her tears were of sadness,

not of joy, as I had thought.

 

“To you, both were true. Your eyes deceived you.”

 

“The smile, fake on my face…”

 

“The sad tears from my eyes…”

 

“We all have talents, and yet…”

 

 

“Some lie.”



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