A Cruel Gesture

“Lisa doesn’t want to see you,” a man said. I’d never seen this man before. He was husky and had a rounded jaw with stubble. I had a slender frame with a less rounded jaw and a few thousand dollars to my name. This man’s house cost at least a million dollars.

“Bullshit,” I said, pounding my fists against the door. “Open up, you son-of-a-bitch. Now!”

“She’s with me now.”

This can’t be happening, I thought. I lift my gaze, and there Lisa stands on the second-story balcony. “It’s true. I’m with him.”


“It’s not you; it’s me.”

“How cliche.”

“You wanted the truth, and now you have it.”

I motioned. “What happened between us?”

“Us.” Lisa laughed. “There is no us. There never really was.”

“But you said you loved me just last night.”

“And I do…”

“I know.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re just not in love with me.”

“Something like that,” Lisa said. 

“You know what”– I shrugged– “I should have known no one could ever truly love me.”

“Oh, stop it,” Lisa said. “You’ll find love.”

“Right here.”

“I guess I’m confused.”

“Did you really think I loved Frank?”

“Ahh… this is making my head hurt.” I massaged my temples. “What are you trying to say?”

“Frank is my brother. It’s April fools.”

“Right. April fools…”

“Was this a little much?”

“More than a little much.”

“But you still love me, right?”

“Actually, I was here to tell you to get your shit out of my house,” I said. “I’m seeing Kelly now.”

“Kelly. My best friend, Kelly? That Kelly?”

“That’s the Kelly.” I looked at my watch. “You have until tonight to get your shit.”

“Or what?”

“Or, April fools will end.”

“You had me there for a minute,” Lisa said and gave me the finger (the middle one), and laughed hard.


One thought on “A Cruel Gesture

  1. Good stuff here. Very easy to visualize, and I couldn’t help reading out loud. Have you talked to anyone about recording audio? I’ve been a full-time VO guy since 2010. Let me know if you’d like to give it a try.


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