Bad Liar -
The fluorescent light buzzed like a trapped fly.
Your pulse didn’t change. That was the trick: lying isn’t about invention. It’s about subtraction. You remove the tremor from your voice. You sand away the interesting details. You make the truth so boring that no one wants to dig. Bad Liar
Outside, the city exhaled. Somewhere a man with a broken watch was already forgetting your name. And you — you were already practicing your next confession, the one you’d never have to make. The fluorescent light buzzed like a trapped fly
