Dye

Aheila's Drabble Day prompt this week is Dye. Check out her blog for the rules.

For my drabble, I decided to use dye in an idiomatic sense:

Jason was a collector of untruths, a prevaricator of the blackest dye. His life was built upon lies. When he was five, Miss Ferguson asked if he preferred peanut butter or bologna. He said peanut butter because he knew it was the answer she wanted to hear; he actually hated both. That was just the beginning. The lies spiraled, growing more serious as the years passed--lies about grades, about high school parties, about where he was at two a.m. last Saturday, about the last time he had seen Nadine alive. For him, lies were the new truth--and he was just fine with that.

Liar

This morning's 100 words, this time a vignette:

 

She knew it would only be a matter of time before the lies caught up with her--before everyone began to see past her innocent facade and uncover the real Sarah, that vindictive, selfish woman who'd lived her life trying to attain an ideal: the ideal daughter, wife, mother, friend. But she couldn't be any of those things; she wasn't good enough. She wasn't perfect. And when she made yet another mistake and saw the anger in his eyes, fear set in. He would no longer love her if he knew the truth. And so she lied. Again.