More 100-word story, this time using this prompt: The type of character who is lying about something.

Title: Persian Bargain

“How much for this one?”

“One hundred rials.”

“What? The one across the street sells for ninety.”

“Trust me, my friend. You’ll never see a finer selection of rugs anywhere else in Persia. Even the Shah marvels at how great my rugs are. You will not want to go anywhere else. This one you’re holding… is the best crafted by my wives and children.”

“The best crafted? There’s a hole in it!”

“That is deliberate, my friend. Everyone does it in Isfahan, my friend. For none of us are perfect. Truly, only Allah is perfect, my friend. One hundred rials.”