This is the 63rd installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
It was a slippery slope and he was willing to slide all the way to the deepest depths. One lie became two, and soon he found himself trapped in a web. He’d play the part of the fly stuck in the middle, but he knew, deep down, that he was the spider, caught in his own creation.
He had started small—and, arguably, with honorable intentions. His GoFundMe for a made-up ailment would generate the funds he needed to save his mother’s house. An illness seemed more dire and, therefore, more profitable.
He saved his mother’s house and had some cash left over. He saw the profit, and he didn’t look back. Donations for a fake neighbor’s funeral, funds for a tree-planting initiative, money for orphans’ meals—he chose a bigger scheme each time, and he got cocky.
In the end, when he needed a lawyer, no one helped him with the legal fees.
Miles Away 