Saturday, October 11, 2008

white lies

Day 44 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Today’s Saturday Scribes prompts were as follows:

Theme: consequences
Words: knot, leaf, stellar, fabricate.

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-White Lies-

The knot in Samatha’s stomach refused to untie itself. She had wilfully, nay maliciously, lied to her best friend Dean about Angelica.

There was nothing really wrong with Angelica, except she was a terrible tease and would likely break Dean’s heart. Samantha would have none of it. She had been friends with Dean for fourteen years. She had to protect him, as a friend, of course.

The little white lie was easy to fabricate. Angelica was known as a flirt. She made small talk and smiled that cruel I-think-I-love-you smile to all the boys, even when Samantha knew Angelica could care a less.

So she had told Dean that Angelica told her that Angelica had no interest in Dean, even though the exact opposite was true. It may not have been a stellar lie, but it was a lie nonetheless. She had torn a leaf out of the how-to-protect-your-best-friend-from-trouble book . . .

. . . actually, now that Samantha thought about it, it was more a manual than a book. A fuzzy, unclear badly written manual.

Still, Dean had to be warned off of this, this . . .

“Heya, Sam,” Dean said coming up to her in the schoolyard.

Startled, Sam could only stutter, “oh, um, hey.”

“What’s wrong, Sam?” Dean looked genuinely concerned making Samantha feel all the more terrible for her words yesterday.

“Nothing. Just the math test today,” Samantha lied, piling yet another white lie on the growing heap.

“You seen Ang today?” Dean asked looking around. Sam’s face turned red and she let her long dark hair fall across it to conceal her guilt.

“Yah,” she lied, “she said she was going to be going out with Ted, you know, once he asks her. She really likes him.”

Ted! Oh for crap sakes, Samantha thought, Ted was the worst kind of idiot in their class. Dean’s expression told her all she needed to know. He had not been fooled, and her carefully coiled nest of lies was unraveling before her.

“Ted?” Dean said, just as Samantha knew he would.

“Um, yah,” Samantha said trying to keep her nested coils of lies straight.

Dean could see her red face clearly now. “Samantha?” he said with a knife’s cold edge in his tone.

But Samantha had turned her face further away, ashamed. Oh god, how had she gotten into such a state? Tears began to well up in her eyes and the schoolyard blurred.

Stifling her tears, Samantha turned to face Dean . . .

. . . but when she got up the nerve to tell him the truth, he was already gone. Wiping her eyes she could see him across the way, next to a smiling Angelica, and her heart felt like it was going to implode.

What had she done? And worse, why did she do it?

And then the answer came so quickly it sobered her on the spot.

It wasn’t the white lies she had told Dean that were tearing herself up inside, it was the white lies she had been telling herself for the past two years.

She hoped it wasn’t too late to fix the damage she had done to herself.

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