Pleasant Fictions

Prompt: The poor nanny smiled at the guard in the store to cover things up.


Story: Pleasant Fictions

She smiled at him; it was one of those sad longing expressions that one couldn’t quite place if it’s one of those combinations of adoration or a miserably confused mess of servitude. He watched her, his head tilted in curiosity, unable to make out what she was trying to convey. They never spoke much as it was their rule, their law to keep things uncomplicated. She’d drop off the screaming brats with her best friend and he’d fudge his timesheets so he could skip out of duty early.

The sex wasn’t particularly spectacular, they always would lie to each other that it was the best they ever had. He lied that he’d leave his wife for her. She lied that she was a Manhattan socialite with wealth to spare. Still she smiled sadly and longingly up at him as he emptied himself into her.

She lied about the abortion of their own child.

-Megs