Compulsive Liar

From this Reddit writing prompt.   "Ay, Ray?" I called, pushing loose strands of hair out of my face. "Yeh?" came the response from down the hall. I leaned against the front door of our flat, looking at the grocery list, keys twirling in hand out of habit. "What's a rambutan?" "Hell if I know," … Continue reading Compulsive Liar