“If you lie,” the tester said, “it will show up on the polygraph.”
Lyle was asked questions in rapid succession, including the final one, “Were there any laws that you have broken?”
“I honestly can’t think of any,” Lyle said. “No.”
The machine made a loud beeping noise with the needle moving wildly.
After the final question, the tester walked Lyle to the door and said, “You’ll get the results in the mail. You can appeal, but you’d be wasting your time.”
Shortly after, Lyle remembered that he once sampled a hard candy from a supermarket without paying.
First published at Friday Flash Fiction.
An ending in the best tradition of O. Henry!
One of my favorites.
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