Little Kenny and the Big Bad Wolf

by reminiscent-afterthought

Things become greyer as we age; as a kid it was all black and white - and partially inverted. Ken reflecting on his childhood with Osamu.

4. Prompt 004: Falsehood

A/N: Sorry for the late post. Even when they're written I can't seem to find the time to post. :(

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Little Kenny and the Big Bad Wolf
Prompt 004: Falsehood

Falsehood is a very difficult thing to define. As a kid I could always stick my lower lip out in a pout and yell at my brother that he was lying about something or other (it was a common occurrence in our fights) and believe it wholeheartedly because Sam didn't put enough energy into making his disagreement sound convincing.

They were always over little things. Sometimes just over petty jealousy. For most of them, I was wrong in the end, even if it took years to uncover some of those. But is that a lie, or merely ignorance?

Maybe lies are things we do consciously…or maybe they're things as common as breathing. Who knows, maybe we're lying about that as well. After all, it was humans that gave the name.