Eidolic
Still, Alfred is far too clever for his own good. On his fourth birthday, he asks his parents to set aside a slice of cake for Arthur, who had held his hand as he blew out his big-boy candles.
When his mother smiles indulgently and says, "Of course, honey" as she cuts a slice of imaginary cake, Alfred's nose crinkles as he screws his face up in concentration.
He says nothing then, but later, in his room, he asks, "Awfer, how come my momma can'th thee you?"
Arthur's eyes soften. "I'm your special friend, just for you."
Simple as that.
Posted: June 7, 2016
Word Count: 100