Lift the lies


I don’t believe in “hallucination”.

Out of the corner of my eye , I had seen him lift the knife from the kitchen counter .

Instinctively, I had dialled 911, though a terror-stricken, trembling “hello” was all I had managed to utter.

“I saw him “, yells the middle aged Jena, my friend and inmate in the asylum .

The nurses arrive to prepare her for the torturous electroconvulsive therapy that they rely on to whip out her hallucination.

I hug Jena to lift her spirits momentarily, for, I know, more than anyone that unfortunately ,  sometimes, “hallucination” is nothing but a prison… a bait… an imposed facade .

This story was written for Six Sentence Stories at Zoe’s uncharted , the cue of the week being “lift”. Thanks to Zoe for hosting the challenge.


23 thoughts on “Lift the lies

  1. I don’t know what to say re content other than it saddens me because its so real…which leads me to it’s so well written that it’s overwhelming….says a lot about your skill in drawing on emotions.

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