The Impersonator in the Mirror
“It was good!” My girlfriend lied. “I really liked it!”
How could she keep a straight face, telling me this? She’d read my most recent piece of writing and I knew it was bad, knew she was just being nice.
I waved my hand in the air. “Eh,” I grunted. “It sucked.”
“Oh, I thought it was good,” her eyes dropped. “I’m sorry, I guess.”