The Escape Artist

“I own a walnut-shaped pink contraption, which serves as my personal spaceship. It takes me to unknown lands to explore virgin landscapes, and paint my own pictures.”

“Can I see it?”

“No. I keep it protected in a bony case.”

I insist on seeing it.”

It might shock you to see your own talking, walking replicas inside. They respond in the manner I want them to.”

“Whaaattt? Is it a magic box? Are you a sorcerer?”

“It is magic for sure! But I am not a sorcerer. I am just blessed with a romantic imagination, and I love you.”

 

Flash Fiction Challenge by Charli Mills

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