Some where in LA land…..

The writer is writing.  A haze of smoke clouded the interior of her pad in the garage.  She looks up.  In the chair across from her desk, Abraxas materializes.  The demon of lies and deceit, he was her muse.  As he opens his mouth, she speaks with him in farce tongue.  Her fingers typed as his thoughts, her words mingled and imprinted on the blank page.

She mumbles to herself as she is writing. “I’m not a liar but everyone lies.  There are white lies, black lies…, and many shades of grey lies. But some lies are justified. Lies told out of kindness. Lies that preserve dignity.  Lies that spare pain.  They embellish their stories with far too much detail.”

“They look so happy Abe.  I want what they have.  Do you think Tim and I can be that happy years from now?  Or should it be with Marina?” The writer looks at them from a distance, eyes glaze over with envious of the happiness evident on their faces.  No one could possibly be that happy without some sort of skeletons in the closet.    She justifies.  “Everybody’s a liar right Abe? Lies are obviously good.  Let’s go with lies.” Her deceitful fingers furiously typed away the creation she dreamt up.

At the break of dawn, her masterpiece materializes from the ashes of Abraxas.  She looks up.  He left on a puff of smoke following the magic dragon.   She looks down at her untitled work of genius and contemplates.  “Huhm…what shall I name you my Machiavellian creation?  The Lesbian Manifesto, The Isle of Lesbo, or Lez Girls?”

The writer thinks hard while twirling her split ends in circle.  She read and reread the geniuses of her words in black, 10 points Arial font type. She nods approvingly at the unmatched literary work of art.  She laughs wickedly, holds up the final draft of her four mega-chapters drama and declares proudly “I’ll name you Lez Girls, The Chonicle of Bev and Nina and you will be revere as the go to doctrine for all U-haul loving lesbians all over the world.”

The writer picks up her manuscript and walks out of the garage pad.  On her way pass the neighbor’s fence, the water splashing noise sparks her curiosity.  She stops and peek through the gap on the fence.  She sees a tall, skinny woman stripping off her clothes and dives into the pool.  A meatier woman follow suit and join the skinny one in her birthday attire.