my entries for the Construct Cup |
my toy store is magic— I fill it with joy and laughter and fun stuff for all girls and boys who manage to find a small sign: Rhyssa’s Toys. I wrote it in purple surrounded by gold and parked in a dream where it grew, uncontrolled— to be a safe harbor for hearts, never old. you see, my business is all about dreams— and people who seek them, eyes wide and agleam. that’s why there’s no price that you'll have to redeem. I fill it with pretty and breakable things, and soft dolls, and yo-yos, trains, planes, silly string, and teddys, and unicorns, stuffed ghosts who sing, child sized rocking chairs, sequined crocodiles, and alphabets made into soft rubber tiles— to cover the floor while we play for a while. in one giant corner dwells ten million books— and pillows and blankets for our reading nook to make sure we find comfort as we have a look. I have Aslan and Alice, and Winnie the Pooh, Howl’s Moving Castle by Jones is there, too, and more every minute—you see, books do accrue. so come in your dreams, make a wish, count to 10, hold your breath, close your eyes, open once and again, and you’ll find your way here. where you’ll play in my den. line count: 48 Prompt ▼ |