He was a writer, and the guilt cut deep.

“I tell lies,” the writer said. “I tell lies, and people believe them.” An excerpt from Confessions from the Road.

IT’S A TOUGH life. That’s what he said as he waited for the train to come rolling into the Wichita station.

He was a surly little man with a head of full brown curly hair.

Clean shirt.

It was blue with green checks and had been both starched and pressed.

His trousers were black and had a lot of rayon mixed with the wool blend.

His blazer was brown.

From a distance it looked like leather.

He looked out of place.

Train riders were wrinkled folks.

“What’s tough about it?” I asked.

“My job.”

“What do you do?”

“I generally need to keep it a secret.”

I arched an eyebrow.

He shrugged.

“It’s my mama,” he said. “She doesn’t want anybody to know.”

“Why not?”

He leaned forward in his chair, pulled a chunk of chewing gum from the sole of his shoe, and said, “I’m a writer.”

“That’s an honorable job,” I said.

“Not for mama.”

“What do you write?”


“What’s wrong with fiction?”

“Mama’s a real religious woman,” he said.

“Most mothers are.”

“She’s a ten commandments woman,” he said.

“The ten commandments don’t say anything bad about writing,” I told him.

“Have you read them lately?”

I shook my head. “It’s been a while.”

“I broke the wrong commandment,” he said

“Which one?”

“I told you I write fiction,” he said.

I nodded.

He sighed.

“I tell lies,” he said. “I tell lies, and people believe them.”

I thought he might cry.

He did, too.

“Where you headed?” I asked.

“To prison,” he said.

I must have looked surprised.

“I’m on my way to visit mama.”

“I thought she was a religious, God-fearing woman,” I said.

“She is,” he said. “And when I wrote my first book, she went a little crazy,” he said.

“What happened?”

“She read it, went out, and robbed a liquor store.”

“Why would she do that?”

“I’m her baby boy,” he said.


“She didn’t want me to go to hell alone.”

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