Confessions

"A local business holds support groups, where people anonymously enter their own confessions for the world to hear. This week's subject is suicide. I think it's... just ODD and twisted for them to publish those kinds of confessions."

I heard her chewing on the other end. "Speak for yourself. I think it's cool; must be liberating to get that off your chest."

"But still... I get that they don't ever find out who you are, but wouldn't it bother you? Just knowing that your secret is out? I mean, what if someone connected the dots?"

"Unless the confession is like, 'I am a 20 year old tall brunette that lives across the street from a Walmart, and I killed my cat.' That'd be a good confession. There are plenty of Walmart's in the area."

"That's a sucky confession."

"Hey!" she whined into the phone. "Thats MY confession!"

"My point exactly, dumbass. I can connect the dots."

She scoffed.

"They're hiring..."

"Then apply. Don't you like that kind of strange crap?"