What She Doesn't Say
Warnings (highlight to view): nothing to warn for
due South Flashfiction challenge: mendacity
It's not completely a lie, but it's still a sin, a sin of omission.
Because while she's saying it, she's also thinking of the news story she saw last week about the two men shot and killed in their own home
--that struck her at the time, their own home--
and she's thinking of the smaller hurts that would be more likely to happen, the stares and whispers and rude phone calls. Ugly words in red spray paint bleeding fresh on their front door.
She's thinking: Your father will never accept this. Never.
She's thinking that maybe things are better in Canada, but she's not sure.
But she's also thinking, my boy is alive again, and so when she says it, it's not all a lie.
"I'm happy for you, Stanley."
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