A Small Lie..

A claw dug into her throat, desperate to climb out and destroy her. Forcing a swallow, she willed it down into the depths of her stomach where she could keep it hidden. At least for now.

It was only a small lie. Small lies are okay, she told herself. The minuscule fact that the claw would grow, sharpen itself on her bones, and become buried in the marrow was seemingly easy to ignore. It’s just a small lie, she told herself.