Eidolic
The weeks and months fly by as Alfred grows, Arthur whispering stories and slowly teaching him to converse.
Though his accent confuses the boy, his grammar is modern at least, if a bit formal; he has learned over the years from the living.
Alfred's parents simply shrug at the way their boy squeals at thin air, thinking that he is so clever to already have an imaginary friend, and smile delightedly at his one-sided toddler antics.
Arthur simply cannot bring himself to correct Alfred's lisp, though. So cute.
The smiles he hated so much in life, he gives in death.
Posted: June 6, 2016
Word Count: 100