Through child’s eyes

As Davey climbed into bed, he remembered his sister’s harsh laugh and derisive words. “You’re such a baby. There’s no Santa!”

He went to the window, which emanated the frosty cold. Was it true? Maybe. But he could pretend. Suzy might have power, but she would never own his imagination.

Thank you for reading my 50-word micro-fiction story. Your comments are welcome!

I wrote this story when I ran a weekly micro-fiction writing contest, and I would also often contribute my own piece, just for fun.

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