Trinkets upon Clouds

We were walking down a busy walkway when suddenly Cecil wandered off. I was worrying as I searched all around for him. Bumping into people I see a boy with brown hair, blue coat, with rainboots. I quickly get over to see the boy staring intently at a store in front of him. Gadgets and gizmos all surrounded in a mess of collectors items. It seemed so cluttered nobody dared to walk inside. I saw splatters of paint and gears messily glued to a wall.

“Cecil why did you roam away from my side?”

“Father look, look!” He points from his tippy toes and shows the store off like a prize.

I stare at the trinkets inside and see many clocks on different times and paintings of people with odd features, the wallpaper peeling off on every wall. I cringed at the mess all around. But my son loved the idea of a trinket box filled with mysteries. I don’t quite understand the point of it. A box of random items for no reason?

“Let’s go, son.” I tried not to lean into the idea of going inside.

“But why?” He asked with the eyes of an angel. I tried not to cave in but the glimmer in his eyes got to me easily.

“Well it’s less than 100 days until your birthday. So okay.” I said.

We walk in and surprisingly it’s really cold. I hear everything that's going on, the ticking of clocks and the horn of toy trains. He walks away immediately but still in my range of view he goes over to stacks of books with paper origami hanging from the ceiling. I gaze in wonder as try and look for the owner. A desk peeked out of the corner of my eye. I assumed it to be the owners and rang the tiny bell on the corner. It rang like no other. It sang a tune instead of a slight noise. Nobody came. My son quizzically looked up from the book.

“Look father!” He giggled. I looked up from where he pointed and saw a little wooden horse, hand carved, flying across the room. Cecil laughed in enjoyment as it floated down in his hands. A tall man with a small frame came out of a corner, he seemed no older than 20.

“Why, son, did you enjoy my trick?” He told Cecil

“Of course, sire! How did you do that?” Cecil asked.

“A true magician never tells his secrets.” He said. I looked at my son, and with the perfect look he asked, “Father can I please get this?” He held the horse to his chest.

“How much is it sir?” I asked the odd man.

“Well before you decide how about you see this?” He pulled a ball from his ear, a tiny plastic one. Then another. One after the other six of them escaped. He started juggling them. Cecil seemed very amused. Then the man held all the balls together and squashed them into one. Cecil loved it.

“How much is it?” I asked once more and with no answer the man started more tricks. Cecil was clapping his hands cheering for the man.

Then a delivery boy walked in with a package in hand. I told Cecil to pick out one thing to keep. The owner was occupied with the delivery boy as I set down $4.oo on his desk. Cecil pick out that wooden horse and we left.

As soon as my hand felt the cold door it disappeared. Smoke surrounded me and Cecil. A gust of wind swooshed by almost sweeping me off my feet. The smoke ceases to be visible and I notice Cecil is gone.

“Cecil?!” I yell looking around the shoppe “Cecil, where are you?”