I believed what he said for a while.
Until he showed me his true colors.
Until the day came when I saw what he really was.
After that day I couldn’t believe a word he said.
He’d told me stories about the things he’d done.
All the good.
But he left out all the bad.
Making himself sound like a saint.
But he was no saint.
He had done bad.
And on that day I saw it.
On that day I saw what he really was.
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Categories: flash fiction