The day She learned to lie was the summer of her fifth year. She was quite the little beauty: Red hair that fell past her waist in ringlets all over, smooth as silk and easily arranged into plats and ponies, large almond eyes fringed with black lashes set by deep blue eyes that sparkled when she laughed, so they sparkled often.

A little bow mouth surrounded by milk-white skin dusted with freckles and graced with three perfectly round beauty marks on her right cheek like a triad. She was thin and light and skipped rather than walked.

And she always, always told the truth.

She saw around her, her mother would lie to her father, to the neighbours, to the concerned ladies down the street; “Yes everything’s fine.” “No I don’t need help at all.” “Yes, we are so lucky to have 3 beautiful children!”

She saw her father lie, lie about work, lie about home, lie about mother; “No I’m not tired.” “Yes I can get another job.” “It’s alright you didn’t clean again, there’s always tomorrow.”

The lies festered. They grew ugly. Twisting around their hearts like gnarled thorny branches of hate, discord and loathing.

She wanted no part of it. It was ugly and wrong.

She learned in school and at Sunday school it was a sin to lie; oh had She just knew that it was! Of course! That’s why it was so hard to get rid of, so nasty.

Lies were evil.

She wasn’t evil. So she wouldn’t lie.

One day Her father was tired of the boxes of papers in the attic. Mother NEVER threw ANYTHING away. So father took the boxes out front with the dried leaves and burned them. All of them.

He didn’t tell Mother.

Naturally, Mother found out, weeks later.

“WHERE ARE MY BOXES!” Mother shrieked, face contorted in anger, hands clawed and eyes wild.

“I don’t know.” Said father simply. Turning away and ignoring the scene that was forming before him.

“But Father, you burned them in the leaves in the fall, don’t you remember?” She said, helpfully, thinking, “Why doesn’t he remember?”

“No, I did not. Why would you lie like that?” He asked angrily.

“But I’m not, I saw you. You must remember! I don’t lie, please!” She pleaded, how could he say that she lied?! Of all the horrible things, the wretched idea of it!

“You are a little liar, and you are trying to upset you mother! Liars are punished!” He said darkly whipping off his belt with authority on pain.

*Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack*

It went on and on until he was tired.It went on until She vowed to never tell the truth again.

After awhile, she couldn’t really tell the difference.



  1. Gary

    Powerful story and I was instantly thrown into the times of The Spanish Inquisition and Knights Templar end game. Beaten and tortured until you accept the untruths as true. Applied to a young child elevates it to a very sinister reality. Especially in those that end up indoctrinated under a pretext of truth.

    Very impressed!

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    1. afternoonofsundries

      Thank you for your kind words! Yes, I am afraid that sometimes the simplest supposedly safest things can cause corruption. Parents are supposed to be safe. Honor thy mother and father. Children easily accept the things their parents taught because that’s what they are told to do, have to do because they do have positions of power. Much like the Catholic Church had the power and called its flock children and the priests were fathers for the ultimate father. Such power they had. I never thought of it like that, but that is a very scary truth there.

      This also explains Hitler Youth and so much more…

      It’s quite sinister.

      Thank you for leading my thoughts into interesting realms, as always! I truly appreciate it!

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      1. Gary

        My pleasure and on subjects like these I can ramble for ages as it often sits on the edge of my fiction too. Children have absolute trust as they grow up and I find it sad to see that zest for life start getting replaced with cynicism later on. Mine look at media and politicians and see self centred deceit or personal ambition ahead of their stations. They no longer believe people in responsible positions tell the truth. It goes back to the adage that power corrupts. I often wonder what lies, for example, inside the Vatican vaults and how much lost information lies buried in secrecy.

        You are quite right though; the alternative viewpoint is very sinister when you start thinking about it. No need to thank either; these things are excellent debating topics πŸ™‚

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      2. afternoonofsundries

        It is sad. Many students I teach trust no one is any authoritative position: Principals only want good grades for test scores, police shoot first often or deport a family trying to escape the horrors of their original country, teachers just want grades for tests, parents sometimes end up using their students for welfare and disability checks and are asked to lie to perpetuate this indefinitely, the president, congress, everyone just wants more money and for the most part seems to not care about their well being. It is very hard to get students to trust. Very.

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      3. Gary

        And yet inside that mix are people doing the right thing and positives; why is it out media never pulls that out and gives everybody a negative outlook on the world? I think that alone is a corruptive influence and simply reinforces to children that nobody is to be trusted. Its so wrong and irresponsible to do it that way too.

        You do realise inside this discussion are about a dozen blog posts!!

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      4. afternoonofsundries

        Lol yes indeed:) you are certainly welcome to them and I bet I am too πŸ˜‰ no harm in that, lol!

        It’s so true, there are so many good people doing the right thing yet we sensationalized the bad parts. Why does bad make money? Hmmm…

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      5. Gary

        As far as media is concerned bad makes a headline and people seem eager to embrace that…unless it’s some media programming that makes most think that way. I guess all they are interested in is selling papers or articles. Bit like letters to the editor stories. I was once told a lead that was nice and not over developed in contention doesn’t get readers writing in. Knock up something blown out of proportion decrying something is vastly wrong or deliberately erroneous and folk are falling over themselves to write in.

        IMO, they treat there readers with contempt and think we believe everything they say. Sadly that is exactly what people buying their papers are. If nobody bought them then maybe the story tact would change. Alas I don’t see that happening!

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