I thought about her as I was stirring awake today, a modern-day flower child. I have no idea why, but this part of the story is pure.
Only regarding her at length once before, she bebopped up next to me as I walked. Her hair held fresh blooms.
“Tell me a story.”
My mind was utterly paralyzed.
“Story?”
“Yes.”
The first words that came to my mind were these.
“Truth or dare?”
“Anything.”
At first my weave was frantic, unsure. But softly I settled into a surprisingly elaborate web.
“Is this true?”
“I’m not sure. Does it sound real?”
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This was written for Tara's 100-Word Challenge over at Thin Spiral Notebook. The word was "Speak" to be used in any form or inferred.
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