Bedtime stories

She lied to him every night when tucking him in. As soon as the storybook closed, those wide, brown eyes would look up at her and she knew what he would ask. Stories about kings and knights weren’t enough for her boy, he wanted stories about him. So she spun exciting and animated tales, enough to spark his imagination. But that’s all they were, stories. The boy would never know what hid behind those memories, and she would keep lying to make sure of it.