The Angel of Lies

By Bruce Diamond

Bobby Reith lived a normal boy's life: billboards talked to him, shadows chased him down staircases, and Jesus really loves him. Despite his odd behavior, and being kept after Sunday School for a "special lecture," the other boys in his class make friends with him. They invite him to a special initiation into their club -- an initiation that turns into a terrifying encounter in the local cemetery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bruce Diamond
• Release date: Mar 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458046734

Bruce Diamond

Text-extruding Midwestern jackass. Despicably proud old man. Motto: Inspiration, motivation, perspiration, dedication, publication.

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THE ANGEL OF LIES

by

Bruce Diamond

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The Angel of Lies

Copyright © 2011 by Bruce Diamond

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The Angel of Lies

The lips moved right outside the second-story window. Electronic whirr, metallic slide, wooden click and the lips parted. Whirr-slide-click and they closed into a kiss-me pout. And not only did the lips move, but the left eye winked during each cycle. Whirr-slide-click, lips and eye open. Whirr-slide- click, pout and wink. The face was vaguely Monroeish, the product a national brand of cigarettes. Neither mattered to the six-month-old baby who stared out his nursery window, transfixed by the larger-than-life face promising him a goodnight kiss.

From Bobby Reith's window, only the face was visible. The nursery was dark, so the florescents illuminating the billboard drew the child's attention. Bobby never cried the entire time that face moved outside his window, a fact his parents noted without discovering the source of their child's behavior. He stared at that face (*whirr-slide-click*) night after night, until a car dealer ad replaced it four months later. But he continued to stare out his window at night, still seeing the face that blew kisses at him across the backyard.

He began to cry at night a short time later.

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Five years old. The child's first drive-in movie. Those pictures fascinated him when they moved in the brown box at home (especially with all the lights out and the sound turned down), but the pictures out here were HUGE