Friday Flash Fiction
Writing Adventure Group #25: Breakin the Law
June was coming, she had it all sorted. Everyone knew the whole story, no one knew the truth. ‘It’s in the telling,’ she told her bird. ‘But somewhere in the telling, I’m in a muddle as to the story and the truth.’
Her bird whistled.
‘Well, I know you are real. But what else is? June, she must be real. I just spoke to her on the phone. You heard me didn’t you? No? Maybe I was just talking to you, thinking I was talking to June.’
She dusted the bookshelf beside the birdcage.
‘I’m going anyway! I’ve told Jamie and Susan that I’m picking her up. Yes now I’m sure the plane lands at 3:30 and I told her… Did I tell her? I know I told Susan I was picking June up at 3:30. Now what was the number of the flight?’
The bird flapped his wings.
‘Oh stop that, I’ve got it sorted, at least I’m in control now. No one can control me. I’ve got it sorted. I’ve told the story over and over, I know they know that I know, that we all know, that it really is the truth.’
The bird clung to the side of the cage, poking his beak through.
‘At least you know that everything I say is true. Within the story the truth rings out, it’s my story I know what’s right. Woven in and out, life would be dull and boring if we didn’t add a little extra to its lustre. It doesn’t matter if they don’t believe us. We are happy.’
Question.... when does a little fib become a huge lie? when does a lie break the law?