The Truth

Short and sweet, loosely edited, and completely fun. Enjoy :) I couldn’t stop the little voice in my head telling me that I should have known it would turn out like this. Through all my planning to perfection, spending a little extra to get a little extra, time spent on the precision coordination of some appetizer or drink with the seemingly time slick jabs between me and my sisters – anything to occupy or mouths – I should have known. Should have expected that Virginia – bitch – would choose the moment after I’d announced the completion of my flawlessly prepared crab mini-quiches...

Mscraftyifyanasty liked your photo. I was sitting in the break room during my lunch hour, aimlessly scrolling my Instagram app. There were only a few minutes left before I had to head back to the classroom, but I was burning time while I finished my sandwich. That was when the notification popped up at the bottom of my screen. I grinned at the name – I liked that type of thing – then tapped the button that would lead me to the list of notifications. I wanted to check Ms. “crafty if you’re nasty” out. But the notification wasn’t on the list. Weird. I thought about...

“Oh, damn! Sorry!” I heard those words, but couldn’t reply. I was too busy trying to breathe through the pain radiating from my ass and wrist, which had been the sacrifices that cushioned my fall. My tote was on the ground beside me, packages spilling out of it, and I shook my head as I gingerly moved to slide them back into the bag. Before I could touch them, they’d already been scooped up, and strong arms were under my elbows, pulling me to my feet. “You okay?” I brushed my locs out of my face, taking my sunglasses with them. I pushed out...