Liar
When her mother killed herself she was away on a mission. She was told the news when she returned, and given time to recover. She was told to stay home and wait until she was ready. Until she got over it.
She went home and sat in her garden and cried among the potted plants.
When she was ready she left the garden and went out. She thought to buy groceries, maybe. Maybe flowers.
Her father came after her. But she no longer thought of him that way.
"It's your fault!" he accused her, "You killed her, my beloved… You're a curse upon this city! You are garbage!"
Her sister came running, told him to stop, pleaded. But he didn't stop. He continued yelling there, in public, where anyone could see his shame. She thought it was strange, for such a man as he. And she said nothing. She waited. She saw, he was spitting and there at the corner of his mouth it gathered.
Her sister looked to her with sad eyes. She thought it was sad, that she should be stuck with such a man. But she couldn't find it in herself to hate him, no matter how he raged at her, or how he broke the hearts of those around him.
And she waited.
When he had finished -or maybe he had not finished -when she was done standing there she spoke.
"You are a foolish man." She said quietly. Maybe he didn't know he heard her, but the words she knew, would fly straight at him, into his heart and stick there. He knows he is a liar.
And then she walked away.