The key to being a good liar is making sure you almost believe the lies yourself. Come close to the truth. There are lies I have told that I can’t even remember, lies I now believe are true.
The rain is dislodging the dirt from the pores of the city. It is seeping up the legs of his jeans and squelching between his toes, warm like stagnant bath water.
“I think today I might have found it.” Four years ago he became convinced that someone would contact him via a manuscript, and this has become the focus of his life.