If you don’t know what story cubes are, see the introduction to the story cubes series.
To see the original roll of the story cubes, see yesterday’s post.
I was home sick one fine day. My mom went to the library and brought me a stack of books, stories from around the world: turtles of unusual size, fish that flew upside down, little cotton candy creatures that lived on the edge of vinyl albums and sang the music that was on the record…
I was aflame with these wonderful creations, these feats of imagination that someone far, far away had once had in their head and put down on paper and then that paper turned into a book and ended up in my hands and their illusion was my illusion, their pleasure my pleasure too.
I read these stories long into the night and couldn’t sleep because my brain was filled with places I’d seen and knew without ever visiting. I knew the world that day, and that world was a good one.
And then the next day, the school called my parents because I’d missed too many days. Because in the eyes of people who run schools, the greatest offense a child can commit is to have the audacity to learn without them.
I was grounded, but not before one more trip to the library.
That the phone looks like it’s dangling over a cliff isn’t accidental, nor is the collection of stories covering up the word “collected.”
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