All it took was one lie, repeated over and over, to cast a dark shadow over an otherwise bright day. Even when confronted with proof, the lies continued. I should be used to the chronic exaggerations and avoidance of the truth, but I keep thinking, hoping, things will change. It hurts. And to be confronted with anger, when all I want is the truth, hurts more. My chest aches with disappointment. People wonder why I have issues with trust, and maybe, just maybe, it is because the people closest to me keep lying to my face.
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.
Jan
My Life as Jan 
Great piece of short writing…. A bit poetic touch it had I think
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Well thank you. 🙂
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Nice piece. Went a little of usual genres of crime and sci fi a few weeks ago for a tale in a very different genre.
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🙂
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