Sunday, July 20, 2014

Lying is an art form


13:00
She looks at the time, she bites her nails nervously. “It’s too early for wine” she thought

14:30
No it’s not too early she says. She opens a bottle and starts pouring to the brim, the cup overflows.   That’s just enough.

15:30
She wakes up from a nap, she looks at the time “Shit I’ll be late” She runs to the mirror pulls out her box of war paint and starts slathering it on like concrete on a brick. Her make-up is thick, her perfume smells of desperation.

16:00
She arrives to football training early, just for a chance to seem him a little bit longer than normal. He notices her and runs over “Oh hi…you’re early…I didn’t get to tell you, I have plans tonight. I have plans with Lucy, we’ll have to reschedule”. He kisses her forehead and runs back to the field. She sits in her car crying drowning in her stench of desperation. As she pulls away she can see Lucy with her arms around him, she can see them kiss in public.

17:00
She looks at the time, she bites her nails nervously. “It’s too early for wine” she thought. She grabs the bottle by the neck and drinks it all. She tells herself she’s happy, that any time with him is worth it. She lays in bed waiting to do it all over again

 

 

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