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March 21, 2007

3.21.07

Let's spin the Wheel of Themes here.....putting the winamp on shuffle, coming up with a title.....today's theme is:

The Lost Art of Keeping A Secret.

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"Ima tell you secret," he declares, his wet little hands tugging at my arm. I squat beside him, and he pulls my head close. "Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh," he whispers, not understanding that secrets are, by their nature, betrayals. He is still pure and wise, aware that the best way to keep a secret is never to share it. So he shh-shhushes my ear, and when he is done he beams at me. I kiss his cool fat cheek, and he toddles away. He stops in the doorway, and turns, and smiles. "Told you a secret," he says. And I think he did.

Posted by: Tony at March 21, 2007 10:26 AM · Permalink

The stillness in her eyes told me what I needed. She was lying. Her ability to pass polygraphs regardless of fact was known, and she was using that skill, on me, now.

We both claimed to know which glass held the poison, and it was time to drink. She held out her hand in a final show of feigned friendship, I kept my eyes on hers.

She was lying now, and I was lying right back at her. Could she read my eyes? Yes. The touch of arrogance she showed as she lit a cigarette and laughed, told me that.

Posted by: kasac at March 21, 2007 4:22 PM · Permalink