LITTLE PRINCE

I noticed that when he smiles, it spreads like a wave in a summer wind over his face. It wobbles through the crevice on his chin and the dimple on his left cheek. It seeps through his skin and it rustles softly underneath, and the little furrows on his face tremble.

And suddenly it spills like a river spilling from a barrage and his laughter has a ringing, jinglebell-y, Christmas-y feel.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ I say.

He says: ‘What’s your problem?’

And the smile stays in his eyes long after it leaves his lips.