It was a week and four days till Christmas, I had taken the kids shopping to buy presents for mummy and we were now driving home. The kids were dozing in the back, full of pizza, their excitement finally worn out. The sun had almost set and darkness had settled in.
‘Daddy, what’s that?’ Darla asked.
‘Where?’
‘In the sky. Is it Santa?’
I looked but couldn’t see anything, ‘it’s probably a plane.’
‘Doesn’t look it,’ Adam spoke up.
‘I don’t see it, but it’s too early for Santa.’
‘Maybe, he’s having a practice flight?’ Kim suggested.
I smiled, ‘perhaps he is!’
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/fffaw-challenge-195th/ with thanks).
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Oh, I like that notion, that Santa needs a practice flight.
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