
The computer helps you lie, it’s a well-known fact of life, the ability to dance fingertips on keys like the Devil’s never-ending trill. They fly across, a flurry, and suddenly, without me knowing, fiction has taken over, that’s welcome news to me. No more disguising of one’s facts, like bullets shot impolitely, rat-a-tat-tat, into the abdomen of a reader, they no longer feel my hurt, because fiction can prove softer, than truth over fact, the computer helps me lie, creates a differing life. A world where I can tell porkies, they’re welcome little tales, embraced they are by pin-pricked ears, lulled into a sense of quiet interest that ebbs and flows and swells. And what say you to my actual truths? can I reveal them, too? Sometimes it’s better to live fictitiously, it’s safer here for you. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by 愚木混株 Cdd20 from Pixabay
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