1. Magic Doesn't exist
Little time was left before the plane boarded, but stories had a tendency to draw me in. Eyes glued on the monter before me, I read the orange movie poster.
This Christmas.
Discover how Willy became Wonka.
Discreetly written out, the actor was shown.
Timothée Chalamet.
I remember a classmate having shown me a picture of a curly-haired actor, apparently he was quite famous.
My teeth gnawed at the inside of my cheek. I had sometimes wished to be whisked away into some far-away-fantasy-land. - Such a thing would bring a spark of magic into this muddy grey reality.
Time ticked.
Scruff whined
Magic doesn't exist, of course.
Although less fabulous than a movie, I was on my own journey. A smile lit up my face, I also had the fur-clad Scruff here beside me. Due to special arrangements, I would be allowed to have him on the plane with me.
After some trials and errors, my legs successfully led me to the gate. In front of me people were boarding the flight. I took out my passport.
It was time to leave.
