“What’s a bluff?” she asked.
Well, it’s a sort of lie. One that feels easy to let go, like a long exhale.
“Hmmm, huuuuuh” she breathed, in response.
But, with every easy exhale a mound of pale stones will grow, so high we’ll feel like little ants down here.
And we’ll be witness to a monolith of white lies, forcing us to hold our breath.
“Hmmm, huuuuh” was all she could muster in response.
And so the small mound of stones began to grow.