Eidolic
Still, while to Alfred the reasoning is sound, Arthur knows he will have to explain one day, unless Alfred chooses to stop believing—which he shows absolutely no indication of doing.
"Is your invisible friend coming too, dear?" Alfred's mother asks, helping the boy slip on his jacket.
"Nooo, Awfer sayth it hurth to leave the houth."
Alfred's mother tips her head curiously. "Why would it hurt a little boy to leave a house?"
Alfred giggles, "Awfer's not little, thilly. He'th thuper old, 'cept not. He'th all grown up and thmart."
Alfred already understands that Arthur's mind is his own.
Posted: June 8, 2016
Word Count: 100
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