This very short story is once again inspired by Lydia Davis’ Can’t and Won’t. Her writing is weird, quirky, funny and doesn’t make sense at all sometimes. I hope mine portrays the same thing.
Caiden Knight is my imaginary friend.
He wasn’t imaginary at first. Everyone saw him; mum, dad, Rose.
And then they just stopped seeing him
However, I still see him. He was with me when I broke my arm when I was 12, when I got my first tattoo and when I cried because I didn’t get into the University of my choice. He appears whenever I need him.
In fact, he is with me right now.
He says hi.