Layla had always been suspicious and curious but her brothers repeatedly warned her that it could lead to chaos. One freezing Friday, Layla was normally walking down Manchester road when she suddenly took notice of the Emporium, the bright OPEN! sign and the open door. Her mind stopped and she walked inside…

She was in the EMPORIUM.

All around the room she saw old small and rusty cars, little nokia phones and brand new sharpened pencils. Layla’s hands could not stop reaching out to the toys. She hugged all the dusty teddies and stroked the doll’s hair. She could not get enough of it. It also seemed like she was the only one there.

Inside the open cupboard there were all sorts of pencil toppers, Christmas ones, Halloween ones and animal ones. She wanted to pop the whole of the Emporium in her pocket. She heard 80`s music and she started dancing while trying on the leather hats. As she tried on the golden jewelry she caught a glimpse of a shiny journal. She opened the book. It was the recent days of October. She saw smiles from little girls and a pocket caught her eye. Inside there seemed to be a picture of an old woman.

“I see you have discovered my book of secrets” croaked a voice.  Layla shut the book and lay it back down on the table she looked at the owner.

He was a tall man with a leather hat on but what she really cared about was the fact that there was a pearl white dove on his shoulder.