Liar

Not much was said but those three words - the silence was unbearable, stretching for miles

The tattooed hand lifted up the cigarette to its hosts mouth once again. The smoke billowed out, hiding his face like a mask

"You don't really mean that", I watched his hand lower, still fiddling with the cigarette

"Oh", he smirked, his hand reaching up to brush my hair behind my ear, "but I do"

• • •

No one knew what his name was. Or where he came from

But they knew to stay away