Everyday seemed to be melancholy. Dismal days passed and not a single soul looked up from the concrete floor. Welcoming scents and welcoming sight you would think this place would be packed,  but how wrong you have been. That would all change when a young girl named Kirsty  would venture in to get her fair share of mystery.

Kirsty gripped onto her mac the ind was strong and the rain was heavy. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Her eyes widend and her jaw dropped so low it nearly hit the floor. Chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling. The velvet curtains hung like monkeys from a vine but elegant and prestigious. A metallic mirror, sat on the wall, so dusty your basically invisable.  Soft sounds echoed through the cluttered corridor. Suddenly, she heard a click on the floor a tap on the wood… She felt sick to her stomach, this is everything she ever feared. “Well fancy seeing you her on this fine miserable day!” Hissed a deep male voice. The gentleman  appeared right in front of her. “Good day and welcome, take a look around we have potions, pots and peculiar items to.” he said happily. “Th-Thank you  sir oh and i will.” cried Kirsty nervously. She gazed at the strange concoctions and pans but something was dragging her in, it was a book with a leather cover. Her fingers hit the pages to her it felt like magic. “Hey you get of that book before things get out of hand!” He said with a menacing tone. She froze in fear unable to move…

If i were summoned

to create a treasure

i would take…

Dolly Partons upbeat music

a cats deap calming purr

or hoof beats banging on a beach.

Rich creamy in dulgent chocolatte

fresh juicy watermelon in summer

or btter lemon water on a spring morning.

A warm hug, snuggled up on the couch

or a cats floofy furr  to warn my soul

maybe a horses coat so soft and shiny.

My Grandma and Grandad welcoming me inside

a warm sunny day upon my face

an ice cold drink, so cold it stings your teeth.

the smell of paper staight from the printer

Greek food hitting my nose and filling me up with joy

or toasty warm biscuits.

Go and open the red door, maybe you will see…

rosy  red cheeks blushing like ruby  gems glistening in the sunlight.

or maybe a dragons scary scarlet eye blinking as you take a large step to the side.

there could be a town setting ablaze with fire the snickered and laughed as you run for your life.

Go and open the sunshine yellow door , maybe you will see…

a reflective jacket screaming at the nearest car to lower there speed.

or possibly the welcoming sunshine to warm us dreary dwellers of the dripping rain.

maybe it could be the soft as silk sand sticking to you as you run away from a crab.

Go and open the emerald green door , maybe you will see …

a kind kowala nibbleing on some equecaliptus leaf while soundly sleeping on a branch.

it could be a bitter sweet lime gripping on the rim of a glass in a a cocktail bar in Greece

maybe some sucluded seawead washed up on a beach in Barbados.

Go and peek though the white door maybe you will see…

a coragous cow charge past just to get to the fresh patch of green grass.

or even a white dove souring above but it soon turns into a dark raven.

it could be an angle flying like a bird delivering good news.

Go  and open the orange door you may see…

a clown fish swimming in a circle telling his nearest neighbour a silly joke.

or a pumpkin carved carefully smirking at trick or treaters passing by.

it could be Kevin the carrot chomping on some furious figgy pudding.