Everyone has a different version of the story.
Of my story.
But only I know the truth.
And I want to keep out that way.
I don’t want them all to know what really happened.
There’s no reason for them to know.
So I don’t tell them.
I don’t tell anyone my side of the story.
They wouldn’t even listen if I did.
They had their own version of what happened.
And that’s the only version they need.
The only one they’ll listen to.
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Categories: flash fiction