In the Palm of my Hand

Working in childcare means I spend so much time with my lovely little friends but a side effect of this, is I quite often get sick. Unfortunately I missed this week’s literacy class therefore my writing has been adapted to reflect this.

Magic Typewriter.

Mum drags son to a market to buy food and second hand clothes. Son hates it and it highlights their lack of money. Finds a typewriter. It’s very expensive but the old man selling it takes a liking to the boy and his mother and sells it to them cheap. Mum and son take it home to play with it.



Mum teaches him how to load the paper and leaves the boy to play with his new toy. Typing his  name, then his mothers, looking around the room types what he sees- umbrella and pop another umbrella appears right next to it. Boy is confused tries again- looking out the window he types squirrel. Next minute two squirrels are outside fighting over the best branch on the tree.

Boy runs and tells his mum what has happened. She laughs it off telling him that he has always had a wild imagination. He leaves the room annoyed at his mother. Looking out the window again he sees local children playing with the expensive toys he was never  allowed to have- especially Lego. He goes to the typewriter and types “Lego” when suddenly a nearby cupboard rumbles and Lego   bricks pile out onto the floor. He squeals with excitement and his mother comes up. Angry at him/thinking he stole it she begins to should at him to return it and trying to clean up. Next minute he types “lollies” and once more- lollies spilling onto the floor. Child explains typewriter to mum. Both excited about what could take place.

Both get so excited and silly wishing for new houses, money, private planes, overseas trips. Developing extravagant lifestyles and wishing more and more elaborate things. Sitting in their new home, looking at their jewels, cars and mountains of food they have a talk.

Missing their old house, their old dog and the idiosyncrasies of their past lives. Back to the typewriter they plan their new lives. Old house. Old dog. Little more money. Healthy lives. Happiness.

Returned to their old lives with a “plonk” they were dazed but ultimately- happy. Holding onto the typewriter just in case.