"I don't care. It isn't like I even enjoyed spending time with those people, really. They were all a little messed up."
"I'm better off without that family. I didn't want to go to that wedding. Did you see the ridiculous invitations? What about the dress? Do you remember..."
"That wasn't a great job. Did you know...."
"People move on. Friendships die. She was always a little annoying. Last year..."
"I'm so much happier now."
She tells her anecdotes loudly, with a laugh. Hoping you will laugh with her. Hoping you will take her side in this game where there are no winners.
She weaves a good story, but her craft is lost on everyone around her. No one looking at her face can miss the hurt or the ashy smell of jealousy oozing out of her. She believes her own lies, but we all see a sad girl.
Pain badly masked by words of hate.
Trifecta Writing Prompt
33-333 words, including the 3rd definition of craft.
Craft: skill in deceiving to gain an end
<used craft and guile to close the deal>
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