• Adina Samuels

Looking Up

“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.




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