The Magic Box. (Prologue)
Her mother yelled her daughter's name through the garden. She knew where she was. Ever since they moved there she was attracted to that one spot in the large garden. The house wasn't very special, except of its age. It must be Victorian, she thought when she and her husband bought the house. The previous owner was an old woman. She was a bit weird. She also told her several times of that thing in the garden. She yelled her daughter's name one more time.
The girl was leaning against her old friend. She remembered the very first time she saw it. 'Don't be scared of it' the old woman told her, 'It's magic, you know.' She was a bit scared of the old woman too, but she had something about her, like you know a man is friendly when he is wearing a policeman's uniform. But with her, it was her eyes. A twinkle of adventure. 'Come close dear, let me tell you a secret' The little girl was brave and she responded with an excited 'huh-uh'. The old woman leaned towards her, although you could almost hear her back creaking. 'It's a travel machine, and it's alive. If you tell it stories, it will do the same to you too.'
That was years ago, and since then, the thing in the garden had become her best friend. Cause what the woman said wasn't just an old woman's tale. How ironic that may be, the thing was telling her stories. They came to her in dreams, about a man, who wasn't a man, and about a thousand wonderful places and adventures.
She turned around and sat on the grass, with the box right in front of her. It was covered by a rose bush, but you could still make out its shape. She managed to find out what was written on it. 'Police, public call, box' She researched it, it was a phone box for police men in the 60's. It also had some obscure references in mythology.
That thing, that blue box, it was her magic blue box. And someday it was going to take her away, far away, to a thousand wonderful worlds and to a thousand fantastic adventures. And he was coming too. She could feel it, any day now.
To be continued…