Apparently, people liked me for something I’d never done.
Something I’d told people.
They like me for it.
It gave me their respect.
So I kept up the lie.
I learned everything I could about it so none could tell me I wasn’t telling the truth.
But I never went out and did it.
And I know that will come back to bite me one day.
If anyone starts asking questions around the place.
But I don’t think they will.
We don’t talk about it much.
But they all like for me it.
And I think that’s the only reason they like me.
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Categories: flash fiction