There was silence and then the owner of the shop said, “you must never EVER, touch my book of amazements!”. “I-I understand,” stuttered Keira. “Now get out!” Shouted the old man. Keira ran out of the shop without a backwards glance. All the way home she pictured the man in her head so that she wouldn’t forget him. She didn’t know why she wanted to remember him but something told her that she should. She pictured his grey hair, escaping put of his tall top hat, his dirty chipped fingernails, the wrinkles on his skin and bushy white eyebrows. And she knew she could never forget the feeling of those sapphire eyes as they stared through her.

The next day, as Keira was coming home from school she reluctantly walked into the amazing but creepy shop. She had a quick look around and the owner of the shop was nowhere to be seen. The curtain in the corner of the room moved slightly and Keira went over to investigate it. She pulled it back and poked her head around it. Her mouth opened when she saw what was behind the curtain. There was a thin corridor with millions of doors. She couldn’t think of a colour that she couldn’t see. On a table on the left hand side of the soft velvet curtain Keira saw the leather bound book of the mans book of amazements. She looked around but no one was around. She walked over to the book and opened it. Next to the book was a clear glass pot with a brown feathered quill dipped in dark blue ink with silvery glitter in it. She picked up the quill and started to write in the book.

There was a squawk from above her and she looked up. The shop owners crow was hovering above her. It started to fly away and although she didn’t want to follow it curiosity got the better of her. After a few minutes of walking the crow landed on a door frame. The door underneath it was dark blue with silver glitter on it. She realised it was just like the ink she wrote on the page with. She opened the door and walked in. It was exactly as she had imagined it. As she looked around her eyes widened in wonder.