Good morning! Its Friday and I have a flash fiction to post. I'm looking forward to reading what you guys have for this one. I miss doing that.
I live a sad and lonely life; my father an abusive drunk, my mother dead.
I live a happy and content life; my father proud and honorable, my mother doting and kind.
Now I ask you, how can you know which is a truth, or a lie? If I told you the former is true, you would believe it, but the latter is what I’d prefer to reflect back on, and in writing my story, I have changed my perception of who I am and the state of my existence, and if I read it enough times, perhaps then I will believe the lies I’ve written, believe that in fact I truly have had a content and harmonious life.
As the words of my life flowed from my mind onto paper, I wore a mask. While hiding behind my disguise, I created the man I want to be, the man I have always wanted to be. But I still find that when I remove the crafted plate, I am unchanged. The loneliness and regret remain living inside me. Yet I sit here against this tree, the silence of the night soothing me, as I prepare to hide behind my disguise and read my story once more. Perhaps this time I will feel a change inside me, a start to the revised life I long to believe in.
I turn the final page, and slowly remove the mask. I weep into the darkness. I might be able to fool my mind, but my heart, my ever broken and blackened heart, knows and refuses the lies of which I have carefully crafted.
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Have a great weekend!