Junkfood Noir

Chapter 5, “Sometimes it’s better to lie…”

Gamble lay on his back, staring at his blurry reflection in the dark mirror above him.

Her body spread out south of his waist, her head doing that familiar bobbing motion in time with the beat with the music that filtered out of the ancient tape deck next to the bed.

Gamble looked down at her, sliding his fingers through the tangle of her hair.

“I love you, Amanda.”

Her head stopped and she looked up at him.

“What?” Misty asked.

“Nevermind,” he told her.

His hand pushed her head back down and he went back to staring at his reflection.