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I have always loved young children's innocent and playful imaginations. I tried to capture that by writing a short story about a young boy and his imaginary friend.

Hana stands over the small race car bed and tucks the little boy tightly beneath the sheets. “How about a bedtime story?”

After a few moments of silence he shakes his head. “Archie doesn’t like bedtime stories.”

“Do you want me to read you a book then?”

“Archie doesn’t like books.”

“Who is Archie?” She says, feeling defeated by giving into his charade.

The boy falls over and giggles. “Archie says you is silly.” A large smile is plastered on his face and he stares off into space.

Puzzled, Hana runs her hands through her long dark hair. It was nine o’clock and she wasn’t in the mood for games. “Okay, I’ll warm you some milk and then you’re off to bed.”

“Archie is lacetoose with tolerance.” He answers lucidly.

Two can play it that game. “Fine, until you go to sleep I am just going to sit here-” The boy screams, making her jump.

“You sat on Archie!” A river of tears spill down his face, and he begins to sob. “Archie is hurted!” He runs over, pushes Hana away, and begins to unwrap a box of bandaids.

After regaining her composure, she places him back into bed. “Shhh…” She gingerly wipes away a tear.

“You have to say you’re sorry.” He plaintively whispers. “Go on,” the boy nudges her arm.

“I apologize for hurting you Archie.” The young boy just watches. “Now will you go to bed?”

He answers with a sigh, “Archie is tired.”

“Sweet dreams Declan.” She shuts off the lights as he buries his face into the pillow.

“Archie is scared of the dark.”

Trying to contain her temper, she plugs a dim nightlight into the wall. “Better?”

His eyes go wide and for a moment he lays still, shaking his head in understanding. “Archie likes the race car night light.”

“Archie will just have to use this one for now.”

“But he insistses that you use the race car light.”

“Fine,” she groans. After a few minutes a readjusting, the little boy is content.

“Nighty night, Hana.”

She walks out of the room, and sneaks one last look at the little shape underneath the covers. Although whispers escape from the room, she ignores them and clicks the door shut.

Submitted: January 31, 2018

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Haha, yep, that's how little kids are. XD I love how he made Hana apologize for sitting on Archie- very cute and creative.

Wed, January 31st, 2018 5:22pm



Wed, January 31st, 2018 3:56pm

Momina Khan

wonderful writer.. :D
nice piece of writing....
take care and stay happy always :D

Fri, March 2nd, 2018 2:43pm


Thank you so much!

Fri, March 2nd, 2018 9:08am

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