The Fire of Her Lies"No... I am not weak..."The Fire of Her Lies7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her eyes fell to the ground, shying from the gaze of the snow-covered trees that loomed above her. Even they seemed to ridicule her, standing tall and robust despite the impending tempest. Shame, ignominy, self-loathing: all washing over her at once like an irrepressible tidal wave of destruction. A shaky sigh from her lips, voice choked, the words forced out as if they were some great crime of self-betrayal. The snow violently biting at her cheeks, bitter cold and swirling.
Her head hangs low, instead of lifted high with the hubris she tried so hard to feign. The searing burn of embarrassment eats at her skin. She