Write a story that seems normal on first sight , except for one small detail that makes it extremely creepy on a more careful reading [ WP ]

Innocent Mistake 
 
 Sweet snow hides his tracks all in white 
 His hands to his pockets take flight 
 No proof that he here ever did tread 
 As he wishes for snow to conceal too his candy wrapper red 
 
 For a moment sun catches young boys brown eyes 
 He watches beauty set as his smile starts to rise 
 His tongue savors the last of his small treat 
 But his smile is frozen as fathers eyes and his meet 
 
 Perched atop doorstep and framed by doorway 
 Fathers figure unmistakable on this late winters day 
 A desperate swallow and silent whispered prayer 
 That the only witness ’ to his candy were the snow and the air 
 
 Greet father with face, smile and respect 
 Quiet dread in back of mind knows exactly what to expect 
 Piano key notes drift through the house to his ears 
 If only he were his sister, that would fix all his fears 
 
 Hope on the horizon of getting in free 
 Is extinguished by a hand placed on his shoulder firmly 
 Same hand reaches quick into boys pocket small 
 As his face loses color with proverbial back to the wall 
 
 “ You have red on your face son, Oh what have you done 
 And look here in my hand, a red wrapper I demand 
 A complete explanation to placate my humiliation ” 
 Not a breath did he take, as boy replies “ Innocent mistake ” 
 
 Father stares, and thinks, as the veins bulge in his head 
 “ We will deal with this after our evening bread 
 But be it innocent mistake or guided adultery ” 
 One deep ragged breath he takes and says “ You know just what to expect from me ” 
 
 Poor boy can barely eat for he knows what is coming 
 No one speaks to father for one look from his eyes would have anyone running 
 Sister and mother eat with hearts full of pity 
 Yet with heads full of reason knowing he tasted the forbidden city 
 
 The meal is finished and cleared in a dark and pallid mood 
 Mother and sister sadly retire leaving boy sitting while father broods 
 The air is heavy and thick with emotion 
 As the boy struggles to keep his face from making a commotion 
 
 Fathers eyes are fixed, hard and glazed 
 His haggard face is taught and crazed 
 His hands in fists clench knuckles white 
 His breath dragged in sporadic bursts short and tight 
 
 Two minutes pass, four minutes, then five 
 The boy steals a glance at father more dead than alive 
 The boys face now breaks as hot tears pour down 
 So scared and ashamed trying to not make a sound 
 
 Suddenly father turns his neck to his side 
 Shackles the boy with his eyes stripping him of any pride 
 A whimper breaks out cause the boy knows its time 
 As the father says slowly “ The rules are the same for any child of mine ” 
 
 “ No daddy no ” he finally cries out as he breaks 
 “ Anything else, please, it was a simple mistake ” 
 The boy falls to his knees, weeping, full of pain 
 As the father says “ Son you must pay the consequence again ” 
 
 Sobs rack the boys body anew 
 And dark eyes of the father stare on through 
 Pulls the son by his arms down the long, cold hall 
 As the son screaming in fear rakes his teeth and nails along the wall 
 
 Panic subsides as they reach the bathroom 
 Lone star of deceitful light in the corridor of gloom 
 Shuddering softly the boy stands up to the sink 
 Fathers head bent down watches from doorway and his eyes don ’ t even blink 
 
 Slide open the mirror eyes find toothpaste and brush 
 And straight away upon their sighting to the boys mind panic does rush 
 So scared is the boy that his body can take no more 
 Dropping to the ground as his head bashes the floor 
 
 Still not blinking father stoops and deftly pulls boy up straight 
 Blood pours down the boys face as he reaches for his fate 
 
 A loud cry emerges as he grasps the toothbrush and paste 
 Applies the paste to the brush and quickly screws cap on with haste 
 Then as he sobs he slowly forces the brush in 
 Now with both toothpaste and blood he starts to scrub out his sin 
 
 Slowly at first pausing now and then to cry 
 But then faster and faster as though if he stopped he ’ d die 
 The father watches wheezing and staring 
 As the son cries and brushes wondering if he ’ s hating or caring 
 
 With every stroke of each bristle on his teeth 
 A part of him dies as his heart starts to seethe 
 And with every taste bud touched by toothpaste 
 The boy curses the very ability to taste 
 
 But as with all things of this world bend and break 
 The boy finished paying the consequences of his innocent mistake 
 Finished crying and sobbing left behind fear and strife 
 And father and family returned to their normal everyday life 

