White Lies are acceptable to protect someone’s feelings.
Broken Promises should be avoided at all cost.
Lies of Fabrication, only if by accident
Bold-Faced Lies, only if answering, “Do I look fat in this?”
Lying in Exaggeration, only acceptable if discussing fishing and golf.
Lies of Deception should be met with tier-iron justice.
Compulsive Lying should constantly be fought, agents.
Lies of omission, should not be omitted.
But the one you burn in the foulest pits of hell fore is Plagiarism, and we can all agree on that.

JL Lahey

*****

Well, where do I start? With my name, I suppose. I acquired my current handle when I walked away from a train crash. Two trains, head on, four cars derailed and a fireball so high into the sky you could see it two counties away. Six dead and two missing-I don’t know what happened to the other person. Succumbed, is my guess. Anyway, as I walked away, I left my old life behind me and started over. As I slipped off, I saw L&N written on the side of one of the train cars, and the name Lane Nelson came to me. I liked it, so I kept it.
I’m a natural born salesman, so it wasn’t hard to pick up a new identity and sell people on it. Getting a new set of papers wasn’t hard either, especially with the millions I had stolen from a gangster just before I boarded the train.

Karen Hydock

(This week’s prompt came from Lloyd Rains)