Friday Fictioneers – Little Lies

(Author’s note: Such great responses from everyone for last week’s piece. I will respond this evening, I’m just dealing with a lot of crunk related to winter camp here. Hope to have more coming up after the camp is done. Otherwise, here’s a good one, being written while the moon is starting to eclipse…)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Little Lies

by Miles H. Rost

“So, where did you get all that wood from?”

Christine looked at her husband, who just gazed down at his shiny boots.

“I went out and cut a couple at the edge of the…”

“Bull.”

Mike stared at her with that word, and started to fume.

“You didn’t cut down the trees, because there’d be sawdust on your boots.”

“I used the chainsaw.”

“It’d still be there. I told you to cut the trees down, and you went and bought wood.”

Mike sighed, as he gave her a note.

“It was given. There’s the proof that people know we’re poor.”

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19 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Little Lies

  1. Hmm… this is a song I’ve always associated with my ex. Fun times 😛 But I like your story regardless. It reminds me of my childhood, when my mother would take me and my siblings down to the local church for the canned-goods handouts they give to the very needy. And we were needy. Sorry, ramble. Good tale!

  2. I saw a family in need. Hopefully one day they will themselves give a gift to someone in need. For to be allowed to give a ‘thoughtful and true’ gift is special. Your story reminded me about some of gifts that I have received. Thank you.

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