"It was just a little white lie." He said with a small smile on his lips.
"Nothing is small." She assured.
"I believe you called her small and insignificant." His smirk was that of a cat catching a mouse by the tail.
"Ah, let me rephrase. No lies are small....." She began to pile up the dirty dishes that sat upon the table. "Lies are like ships; they take time to build, once it gets off the coast it has a sea to across and sometimes they get caught in storms and plunge into the depths all within a matter of seconds everything can be destroyed and everyone aboard losses something or everything.
The same applies to the boy who cried wolf. He told so many little white lies and in the end no one believed him. But by that point your ship has already sunk. It's already too late to dump cargo. All because a little white lie was told."
"Then Miss. Waitress, how are your ships doing?" He asked as she walked away.
She stopped before answering. "That depends," She looked at him over her shoulder "on which your talking about and whether or not it was on purpose." She smiled at him a kind of malicious hidden agenda smirk. It told him of a mystery he wouldn't want to uncover. A mystery too dangerous to be fun.
He was better off and Miss. Waitress went missing that night.
"Nothing is small." She assured.
"I believe you called her small and insignificant." His smirk was that of a cat catching a mouse by the tail.
"Ah, let me rephrase. No lies are small....." She began to pile up the dirty dishes that sat upon the table. "Lies are like ships; they take time to build, once it gets off the coast it has a sea to across and sometimes they get caught in storms and plunge into the depths all within a matter of seconds everything can be destroyed and everyone aboard losses something or everything.
The same applies to the boy who cried wolf. He told so many little white lies and in the end no one believed him. But by that point your ship has already sunk. It's already too late to dump cargo. All because a little white lie was told."
"Then Miss. Waitress, how are your ships doing?" He asked as she walked away.
She stopped before answering. "That depends," She looked at him over her shoulder "on which your talking about and whether or not it was on purpose." She smiled at him a kind of malicious hidden agenda smirk. It told him of a mystery he wouldn't want to uncover. A mystery too dangerous to be fun.
He was better off and Miss. Waitress went missing that night.
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