Divorced, thirty-six years old, three children and nearly penniless, Ilene worried over the imponderibilia awaiting her if she could not quickly find a husband.

After taking the kids to her mom, Ilene stood before her mirror, rubbing her hands one more time over her shining black hair to remove all traces of tangles.  She leaned forward for a better look in the mirror to search for flaws or baggy eyes caused by a sleepless night.  She could not afford to be negligent in any way.  In her singles profile, she had claimed to be an up and coming  twenty-eight-year-old career woman.

She was expecting a scintillating evening with Howard.  He was a great conversationalist – at least he writing made him seem so.  He was extremely good looking – at least his profile picture was.  He had plenty of money – at least his villa, car, and boat indicated so.  He was extremely confident – at least the repartee shown online seemed so.

Even the wind chimes sounded a happy tune as she awaited her online suitor.  She glanced out the window showing poise expected in a successful single lady.

Oh, no!  Just when she thought everything was ready, there was an old man walking up to her door.  Probably a bill collector.  Thinking to get rid of him fast, she opened the door.  “I’m Howard,” he stammered hesitantly as he reached a timid hand out to her.


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Challenge by mindlovemiserysmenagerie to use these words:  rub, tangle, scintillate, search, wind chime, alone, traces, poise, negligent, imponderabilia, mirror, everything.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to LIAR MEETS LIAR

  1. Faye says:

    Oh this is so often the TRUTH of on-line encounters. The mirror is a liar and even my weight scales do not always tell the truth. (ie my perspective!). There is ONE we can’t hide from.

  2. Faye says:

    Oh this is so often the TRUTH of on-line encounters. The mirror is a liar and even my weight scales do not always tell the truth. (ie my perspective!). There is ONE we can’t hide from.

  3. Steve Chuku says:

    Blessings to you, precious Lady! Happens all the time… Different shades, different lights!

    • oneta hayes says:

      You make me smile. It was fun to write. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.

      • Steve Chuku says:

        Absolutely! I love goodreads. Meaningful impactful stories from hearts and eyes I consider insightful and profound. We all are survivors from this kinds of shockers and life’s surprises. In business, in relationships, faith and what have you. Glad you saw (do see) the light-side of things through it all. And, please, thanks for sharing. You’re a great writer. I’m honestly amazed at your choice of words and beautify lines. I’m reading along. Hope you and your household are doing well, especially amidst this coronavirus pandemic. Be safer!


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