The last Friday Fictioneers of June. How time flies! Interesting photo prompt this week; this one came to me immediately. Not often that happens.
Alice found him in the woods. Or did he find her?
Whatever, they’ve become firm friends, inseparable. Her mother pretends she can see him too, laying a place for him at the table next to her. Even an imaginary friend is better than none at all, she says sadly.
He just rolls his eyes, and Alice giggles.
They’ve played together every day. But he’s starting to fade. Sometimes his image shimmers, parts of it dropping away; she worries he’ll soon vanish completely.
So when he dances on the opposite pavement, urging her to join him, Alice steps out without hesitation.