The Truth Be Told...

Importance of the truth


After arriving that afternoon she could be bother to do much, she didn’t want to cook, she didn’t want to clean, so she thought to herself “I’ll just head to the bar, they love me there” when she got to the pub in her black skinny jeans, white skin tight singlet and a deep red leather jacket she was no more than unsurprised to see a line of people overflowing the streets; they all just wanted to get in, girls in animal print dresses, in shoes so high they couldn’t do a single let alone even walk properly. As she headed for the back door of the pub, she opened in and got inside.

Sitting down at the bar she ordered a beer, she wasn’t hungry anymore, sometimes that’s just the way it was. A stranger in a white shirt and black jeans walks up behind her and says “I know we would make a cute couple but matching outfits already? Shouldn’t you at least know my name already?” he finishes the sentence off with a subtle laugh in hope that his pickup line would work. She pauses for a moment, takes a sip of cold beer in the hot room, looks him deep in the eyes and says “We would never make a couple, but your name, its James” She turns back around to her beer. He is gobsmacked and then he realises that he was from out of town and never seen her before in his life and has no idea who she is, little did he know she stole his card when he hit on her the first time.

‘BANG’ he looks over his shoulder and sees a chair fallen over, as he turns around to confront the woman about how she knew his name she was gone, nowhere to be seen, as he takes a minute and then shrugs it off like a duck with water on its back, has already gone for the next girl. Watching him bouncy from girl to girl she gets given another beer, “I didn’t order this” she quickly responds, the bartender looks up and says “No but he did for you” she looks over only to see a man in the shadows with only a slight amount of light shining up on his mouth. She lets loose a small one sided...