tales of Suchita

I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus. I did. Well, not Santa, but some fat bearded dude, who wasn’t my dad. I closed my eyes, thinking I was dreaming. When I reopened them, the man was still there and so was mummy and they were…doing…adult stuff which I was sure I wasn’t supposed to see so I turned around.

Trying to understand what was happening hurt my brain so I stayed there, quiet, distracting myself with happier memories. I was in my happy bubble, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was mummy.

“Hi baby,” she said. She looked happy, glowing. “What are you doing here?”

I told her. She asked me if I had seen anything. I told her I had seen enough. She looked deeply concerned.

I wondered for a moment if I should tell her I had seen dad do “anything” with an elf that had most definitely not been mummy – you see mummy was blonde but the elf had been…well…green.

But I was smarter than this. So I said what I had said to dad. “What do I get for keeping it quiet?”

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Written for the prompt given by Ritu Bhathal. Read more about Finish the story collaboration vol 2.