Lie

We swim in the tepid water of the lake, limbs turning pink beneath the yellow sun. My hair floats around me, tangling with Cora’s fingers as she splashes upright. “Where’s Sadie?”

“Getting quarters, remember?” Our hotel, cute as it may be, locks their bathrooms by the beach. “It’s all the partiers,” I say, though Cora can’t hear my thoughts.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Hmm?” I float, eyes closed.

“About Adrian. Fi, did you tell her?”

“No.” I crack open one eye. “You promised you would.” There’s a limit to our secrets.

“I will.”

I shiver at her lie.

NOTE:

Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were hotel, limit, and quarter.

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