
Writing Prompt: Painted Lights of Truth
Hope your weekend is painted with ease.

The orb glistened a foot in front of him, painting lights across his face and setting his eyes aglow.
“Confess?” A soothing voice echoed in his mind.
His parting lips to the story, the finale of which was a knife through his heart.
But that is the end, not the beginning.
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