“That’s it Jenny, go to your room at once!”
Alisha had had enough of five year old Jenny’s stories, constantly talking about purple-nosed pixies, dancing blue frogs and bubblegum mushrooms…insisting it was all real. Wait…blue frogs…why did that sound familiar? Maybe something she’d seen in a cartoon she watched once with her daughter.
Jenny was making her case once again.
“….jelly gardens and marshmallow trees…”
Alisha suddenly sat down. It all came back to her now. When she was five she had gone to the basement on one of her exploring missions and had found this old book. She opened it and was transported to a land full of magic and fairies and the most unusual of goodies. She remembered her mother ignoring her excited narrations of her visits, until her sixth birthday when the magic stopped working. Her adventures soon became a lost dream, until now.
She went up to Jenny’s room, and there it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellow bookmark sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.
“Do you believe me, Mama?” Jenny looked eagerly at her mother.
Alisha nodded, “Yes dear, I do.”
“Books may well be the only true magic.”
– Alice Hoffman