truth is an opinion

07/23/2025 | tate-abrahamson | #from_prompts

When we stole candy from the shop across from the harbor we didn’t get caught. We were stopped and accused by another customer, but the owner was a friend of your dad, so we didn’t get caught. He was of the opinion that we were innocent so we became innocent. We sucked on hard candy and the sugar anointed our throats with the truth. We learned when we were young that truth is an opinion. We took this knowledge to your younger sister and told her the sky used to be purple but her birth colored it blue. We told her everyone in town secretly hated her for it, for turning the beautiful sky blue. Your sugar sweet tongue wove stories of sunsets and rain showers and I began to believe our lie. You remembered the time before your sister so well that I began to doubt my memory. The candies turned in my stomach as the sky flashed pink above us and the water below did too. Your breath smelled like cotton candy as a sticky resentment towards your sister churned inside me. I missed when the sky was purple. She cried that night. We stayed on the dock for hours, laughing and folding wrappers into shapes. Your mom came down when the sky had turned black. She yelled at us and demanded we tell her why your sister was so upset. You said she fell and I said splinter. The next day, your mom tweezed a splinter out of her knee. We began to believe that not only was the truth an opinion, but that we painted the world, and if we wanted, the sky used to be purple.

prompt found on reddit under r/SimplePrompts

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