Benjamin peered through the window, wide eyes looking out into a star-specked sky. The boy smiled as he carefully scanned the horizon: tonight he would see Father Christmas. Outside his door, two figures were kissing in the dark, their giggles muted by the touch of their lips. They made no sound as they printed a soot-covered shoe to the floor. They were careful to make no sound as they crept away, hand in hand. Still Benjamin waited. And, as his eyelids fluttered closed, he knew,… he just knew,… that tonight he would be the boy who saw Father Christmas.
(c) Tim Austin 2016
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