 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Prompt #04: Chimney
{160 words}
“Do you reallys thinks we’ll catch hims this way?” Ary was skeptical.
Bry nodded, determined as ever for a successful mission. “Yep, yep! If we sleeps in front of the chimney, we is gonna sees hims for sure.”
“Wouldn’ts Santa knows that we’re tryna sees him? What ifs he find another way in?”
“Santas only comes down through chimneys, Ary.”
“Okay, okay. We’ll camps out here.” Aryan snuggled into his sleeping bag, his gaze fixed on the fireplace at Bry’s house. He knew in his six year old heart that this wasn’t going to work but he couldn’t disappoint Bry. So, like Aunty Hady and Uncle Frankie, he had humoured her. This was how he had ended up in the living room this Christmas Eve in a sleeping bag on the floor.
The only issue was Ary was already feeling sleepy; his eyelids were heavy.
“Wants a bite of my brownie?”
Ary didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
He had dozed off. |