Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Janet Flash: Lies

by Michael Seese

(Somehow, I drafted this, but never hit the "publish" button. Ooops!) 

I've had quite the dry spell lately in the Janet Reid flash fiction contests. I can't remember the last time I even sniffed the winner's circle. Maybe this will be different...

Gushing about The Spaces Between Us by Stacia Tolman, a "delicious new novel," Janet built a contest around the words:


A "holt," per Merriam-Webster, is a "small woods."

I wanted to build something off that word. Ideas like "alcohol tolerance" and "alcohol taste" came to mind. But then I hit upon the combo I ultimately used, and "Lies" fell into place. 

(To the tune of nearly 200 words. Thank goodness for my magic red pen.)

I remember the night we met.

He spied me, all irresistible, across the bar. Like a shot, the space between us disappeared.

"I can do to you things you've only dreamed of," I cooed.

"I don't know," he stammered, unsure of whether he actually was unsure. "I've never..."

I love "virgins." They're money in the bank.

I touched his lips.

He was mine.

Our affair deepened. He introduced me to his friends. Even a few coworkers. Discreetly.

"Don't worry," I assured him. "You can end this anytime."

But that's just the alcohol talking.

And when I talk, I always lie.

I'm very happy with this one. Let's just say I'll carry a "glass half full" attitude through the weekend.

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