
Two Truths and One Lie Writing Prompt
Love, Romance, Which is Truth and Which is a Lie?
Part 1. One of these stories is a lie — which one?
№1. Karma Chameleon
New York City, 3 a.m.
The electric buzz is palatable in a city that does not sleep. On this warm summer night, we walk back to our hotel, laughing while attempting to sing in harmony.
His trademark hat and glam make-up caught my attention as he walked by.
I sang, “Do you really want to hurt me?”
Karma Chameleon didn’t miss a beat.
“Do you really want to make me cry? Precious kisses, words that burn me Lovers never ask you why.”
His voice trailed off as he turned the corner with his entourage.
Is that who I think it is—Boy George?!

№2. Blackout
Caribbean Island Holiday
Rum punch, pink flamingos, sun and palm trees. Salsa dancing with this cute NASA scientist — what I needed to get over my ex. He impressed me with tales of developing a real-life teleporter system.
What are you teleporting?
As I moved in closer to hear the details, the lights went out. Total darkness — the island’s power grid faltered.
Freed of light pollution, we gaze, astonished by the grand cosmic display. Millions of stars glitter—the dark ocean and velvet sky blend as one.
As the hotel staff rushed to hand out flashlights, he asked if I would light the way to the beach. We could lie in hammocks watching shooting stars till sunrise. Or would I prefer to go inside?
Not being much of a nature enthusiast, I guided him back indoors where we chatted over drinks at a candlelit bar.
Can you beam me to this tropical holiday again?

№3. Roman Holiday, Only You
Rome, Italy
At Piazza di Spagna, 135 steps and three terraces are filled with throngs of tourists. Roberto charmed me with his handsome smile and Italian accent—so simpatico! Why not accept his offer of a private tour?
We talked for hours, strolling through magnificent Roman ruins of temples, sculptures, ancient buildings and hidden gems. In a private courtyard, under a starry night, we slow danced between antipasto plates and sipped on Barolo wine.
Even though I had an on/off boyfriend back home, what if he was the one for me? I needed to know before I left Rome, the Land of Amore.
At the Bocca della Verità (Mouth of Truth), he dared me, You first. But, my overactive imagination feared placing my hand inside a dark, gaping mouth.
“No, thanks, you first!”
Nothing to fear if you are truthful. But, according to the legend, if you are lying, the Bocca will bite off your hand.
He screamed, I screamed. Reminiscent of Faith (Marisa Tomei) and her true love “Damon Bradley,” (Robert Downey Jr) in the Hollywood classic, Only You (1994).
He wrote down his phone number and kissed me goodbye hours before I boarded my flight home.
After repeated attempts to reach him, the Italian operator told me the number was out of service. Was he telling me the truth about himself?
“Bastardo!”
Josephine’s outburst caught me by surprise—cussing emphasized with animated Italian hand gestures.
Did we both fall for the same professor offering private tours to Americani?
