Lying Truth - Indie Ink Challenge - 100 Words

Facts intermingled with conjecture and forgone conclusions cast Truth aside in favor of expedient knee jerked solutions.  Lost in a sea of deception, specious goals are massaged by lying hands, replacing Honesty with Truth’s ugly step sister, the Half Truth.

The Midway Squawkers and Snake Oil Salesmen insist and demand the Half  Truth into our lives hoping their deception lasts long enough for them to cash in their nickels and dimes. 

Assaulted long enough, we allow recent lies to become our New Truth. Delusion casts itself in stone and merry populations dance around it happy as if they had brains.

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For the Indie Ink Writing Challenge this week, Sherree challenged me with "There's a world of difference between truth and facts.  Facts can obscure the truth.  Maya Angelou" and I challenged Catherine with "Water is the theme - either too much or too little - any setting"
_________________For Challenge week 1/6/12 to 1/13/12________________

Some Below the Fold Thoughts on the Piece

Along with the rules of the prompt, I usually write down snippets of thought pertaining to the story or essay I want to write.  I do this more often when I really have no idea of what I want to write.  I hope that by seeing these random thoughts that may or may not be connected to the prompt, a story will cross my mind.

I leave these snippets at the top to help remind me of what I might want to include.  For this challenge, I dutifully began a story, then stopped.  I kept coming back to Maya Angelou's quote and the phrases and words I had written down to jog me in the right direction.   Her quote was so concise and utterly complete, I thought I should try to be also.  Thus I decided to limit my effort this week to 100 words, a style of flash I really enjoy.  Regardless, this is what I came up with this week.

Till Death Do Us Part - 100 Words

From the Wednesday prompt over at Thinking Ten - 11/21/11

Carla stared at her half empty wine glass.  She had expected another excuse not to be home for the intimate supper she had planned.  Yet here he was cheerfully suggesting she relax on the sofa.  He would clear the table.

“You’re going to divorce me aren’t you?”

“Why would you think that?”

John came in holding a dishrag and a coaster.  “Use this. No rings.  Your rule, remember?”

Carla set her glass on the coaster.  John threw the dish rag around her throat and strangled the life out of her.

“Divorce?  No my dear, I take my marriage vows seriously.”
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Wednesday, Words, Inc.: 

table, ring, glass, wine

At 12 minutes I had 143 words - It took another hour to get it to this point. 

I find that no matter what my plan is going in, my stories never finish according to that plan.  This was actually supposed to be a 100 words that would be warm and fuzzy.  Uh, guess I'm just not in a warm and fuzzy mood.