FIRST LIE 

By Richard Banks

Mother had told Charlie to always tell the truth and that bad things happened to people who told lies. He assumed that she held fast to this advice until one day Granny arrived wearing a new hat full of brightly coloured feathers that would not have been out of place in an Indian headdress. Her contention that it was new seemed unlikely as it was well known within the family that Granny did her clothes shopping in charity shops. What happened next was definitely a lie. When asked what she thought of the strange object on Granny’s head mother replied, without a flicker of guilt, that it was the best hat she had seen that year.

Charlie took a sharp step back, expecting his mother to be struck by lightening, but nothing happened. He watched her take another sip from her tea cup and waited for her to choke on a tea leaf, but nothing happened.

At the end of Granny’s visit mother saw her to the front door saying that she hoped Granny’s friend, Mrs Geraldson, was recovered from the flu and to thank her for the delicious cake she had made for the church fete. That was another lie, the cake was mouldy, and mother had thrown it in the bin.

These were lessons well learned and when Charlie broke a window in father’s greenhouse he was able to say without a twinge of conscience, “it wasn’t me, Dad, it must have been some other boy”.

 

The End.

Copyright Richard Banks