The Unexpected Demise of Mrs. White

‘Mrs. White, with the lead pipe, in the conservatory.’

‘Nope. Can’t have been Mrs. White.’

‘Must have been. I asked, remember. Nobody has her.’

‘Of course nobody has her.’

‘Then she’s in the envelope.’

‘Didn’t you listen? They killed her.’

‘Who did?’

‘Some suit, with an email, at Cluedo HQ.’

Lunch Break Encounter

100 words about lying when someone asks how you are
photo by Samuel Sosina 

‘How are you?’

{

tired

anxious

unappreciated

terrorised by your to-do list

sick of doing all the hard work your obscenely overpaid boss then takes credit for

hungry but on the latest diet

dating the wrong man but it’s better than being lonely

not reading enough books, not going to enough live gigs

and look at the time, lunch break’s as good as over – in a hurry again

}

‘Fine.’ You force a smile. ‘Just fine. Yourself?’

A pause, a slow intake of breath and you wonder what kinds of truths she dismisses as unsayable before she, too, settles for the lie.