(My BFF gave me a writing prompt, here’s what came from it)
Prompt: You live in a world where each lie creates a bigger scar on the liar’s body. The bigger the lie, the deeper the mark. One day, you meet someone with the biggest scar you’ve ever seen.
He had met a lot of women in his time. A lot of women. He was at a gala event with yet another woman. She was beautiful, to be sure, she loved dancing, galas, and long dresses. He liked her, he enjoyed spending time with her. But she was still only beautiful. A plethora of women readily made themselves available to him. Being a billionaire philanthropist was not without its perks. He didn’t ask for any special treatment, but it seemed to always be given to him.
A woman walked in. She had red hair, and a blue, backless, satin gown, a red ruby hung from her throat. As she got closer, she would walk right past him, and he would see it; a scar that started at the top of her shoulder, and extended diagonally across her back, all the way to her hip. It was as jagged as a lightning bolt, and five inches wide at its thickest. He realized as she got closer, that he was gaping at her, and his date may have noticed. He then realized that he wasn’t the only one openly staring at her scar. Most people had small scars, from little white lies we told as children. Criminals had bigger scars, politicians had even more.
But a gorgeous woman like that, at a gala like this… He needed to know her. His date was an old friend. She’d understand, right?
She was at the bar, and he approached. She was showing off that scar, like she was proud of it. He lost his nerve, and backed off. An announcement told him that the art exhibit was now open for the attendees to go through.
“Do you know who that is?” His date asked him
“Who what is?”
“The woman you’ve been ogling at for the past twenty minutes:
“Oh stop it Red,” She said to him.
“Who is she?” He asked
“That is Margaret Farns”
“I dont know who that is”
“Well, clearly” Alice said to him.
Red noticed that MArgaret’s scar looked a little fresh on her shoulder. She must have repeated the lie recently
“Margaret Farns is not only a twenty-time national best selling author, but her philanthropic work outranks yours tenfold.”
“Oh?” Red replied
“Yes” Alice said, taking his arm, “Would you like me to introduce you?”
“Y-you know her?”
Alice stared at him “Reddington, I’m her editor”
Alice introduced them, and Red managed to keep himself from stuttering in front of her. As Red and Margaret talked, Alice discreetly excused herself. Red had no idea he had accidentally dated the best wing woman around.
Everyone greeted Margaret. Reddington could barely get a word in without someone saying “Good Evening Margaret, how are you?”
And each time, she would reply