“What’s your favourite animal?” Clifford blew into his gloved hands and rubbed them together. He glanced at his step-daughter who skipped and hopped beside him. Each time her boots kicked up snow, she giggled. And something warm kindled inside him. He hoped she was warm enough.
“That’s easy. Unicorns.” She answered without skipping a beat.
“Unicorns? Izzy, they’re not real.” He bit his lip.
She stopped and bent to draw in the snow. “How do you know?”
“Well, I’ve never seen one.”
“Doesn’t mean they’re not there.” A snowball hit him square in the face and Izzy skipped away, laughing.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by talented author and artist, Rochelle. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog to read more flash fiction from other writers.
Thanks to Dale Rogerson for providing this week’s image prompt. Cosy and warm, despite the obvious cold weather. Personally, I hope Izzy always believes in the magic of unicorns.