Gold
The typewriter.
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Terin stretched and lay on the floor. And closed her eyes. Then she heard a loud rushing sound of a waterfall. And the sound of birds singing in the trees.
Terin frantically moved. She got up and went to her brand new typewriter. She typed away and soon the evening hour passed.
Night fell and Terin walked to her kitchen. She opened her fridge. She didn’t know what to have for dinner. Maybe a beef stew & rice? Nah.
She grabbed a bowl and had a bowl of cereal instead. Cornflakes.
Terin had been typing her story for hours. She had to make sure that she got some sleep. If she didn’t get any sleep at all, she’d be cranky the next day. All the people who came for traveling consultations would end up leaving with the worst service in history.
She smiled as she lay her head on her pillow. Then off to dreamland. Her place where all her thoughts came to life.
Terin drifted off into a deep sleep. She snored so loudly, since her apartment walls were thick none of her neighbors could hear her.
Meanwhile, the typewriter was typing away. As Terin slept all her ideas were connected to the typewriter. She dreamt that her appliances all had their own minds. Her furnished goods all hated her. They were tired of being overused by Terin.
Terin rubbed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long she had slept. The sound of a car alarm woke her up. She wished the cars could silence themselves.
She walked over to her bathroom. Time to get ready for the day. She reached for her toothbrush, and missed it. Terin laughed. She must still be half-asleep. She reached once more for her toothbrush and then almost hit her head on the sink. What was going on?
Terin rubbed her head. This was becoming a stressful situation. She looked at her toothbrush. Then it winked at her. What in the world?
And ran off. It jumped off the sink and headed towards her bedroom with a huge smile. That’s it. No more cereal before bed.
Terin ran to her bedroom. She heard giggles coming from underneath her bed.
She pulled her blanket and the toothbrush screeched. Who knew a toothbrush could be so loud. Her ears started ringing from the loud noise.
Terin stood up and covered her ears. When it became quieter she uncovered her ears. Now it was too quiet.
This was a bizarre morning.
She walked around her room, and then walked to her office. There she spotted her typewriter. A pile of papers lay all over the floor.
Terin picked one paper up. It sounded like she had an adventurous packed story ready to be continued. The jungle, beasts, grand terrains and after a while...innanimate objects coming to life. Whoa. That last part wasn’t supposed to be a part of her story. It reminded her of her - Dream. Oh no. What else did she dream about?
In a crazy and rushed state, Terin picked all the pile of papers on the floor. Her dream wasn’t too crazy. It was only the appliances she had to deal with. Especially her toothbrush. That thing could run. Much faster that Usain Bolt no doubt.
Terin froze. What were the storekeeper’s final instructions? The words be told her to say? Maku Ukam. No. Repu Uper. That wasn’t right. Tral Lart. Nope.
Then she remembered. It kind of rhymed with Alpaca. Terin shouted at the top of her lungs- ‘Akapo Opaka!’
There was a loud poof & a golden energy blast that went from the typewriter to her entire apartment. Terin hoped that everything was back to normal.
Terin grabbed the typewriter and went to the store. She searched for the store where she had stumbled upon it. But it wasn’t there.
She almost started to cry when out of nowhere she spotted another store near the corner of her apartment complex. Terin walked in and felt so relieved. She found the store. Or it found her.
Storekeeper: Back so soon.
Terin: (Laughs nervously) I~ (breathes deeply) I’m not sure if I want to have this typewriter anymore. I think I have had enough.
Storekeeper: Your mind and ideas may drive you crazy. Chanel that mix of madness. Use it when you write.
Terin nodded her head and thanked the storekeeper for his help. She would always remember the gold typewriter.
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Later in the day, another young person walked in the peculiar store.
Dari: Hello. This is an interesting store. For some reason it just popped out of nowhere. I had to check out.
Storekeeper: (Chuckles) Do come in Sir. And who knows you may find yourself getting a typewriter absolutely free.
Dari: Oh. That sounds like a sweet deal. I love free stuff!