 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Prompt #10: Bells
{200 words}
It seemed that everywhere Ary {along with the rest of his family} went on this lovely Christmas Eve night, there were Santas. The red suited man with their bells and cheery greetings could not be escaped, especially in the Muggle public places.
“Santa!” the three year old exclaimed from his perch in Adi’s arms as they made their way through the crowd. He pointed to Santa and his elf, meeting and greeting children. The sight had Ary being momentarily distracted from all the pretty lights.
“Want to go meet him?”
Ary peered at his dad, his little fist curling into a fist as he grasped the man’s shirt. Santas scared him a little. Not decor Santas… the real ones. How did he tell his family that? He was afraid they wouldn’t like him anymore if they knew.
As fate would have it, Santa chose at that moment to ring his bell energeticall. Ary jumped at the sound and quickly hid his face in Adi’s shoulder. His father laughed quietly.
“I think we have an answer. It’s okay, Ary. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Ary felt himself being hugged a little closer; he knew that his dad’s words were true. |