Henry only paused a few seconds. When he heard the voice saying, “If you are a dreamer, come in.” he could not resist. He always had a vivid imagination and loved the mystery of ‘what comes next?’ in the books he devoured.
As Henry stepped from the bright stoop into the dark hallway, it took a minute for his eyes to adjust. “Come in my child, it has been such a long time since I had visitors other than Simmi! As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a stooped old man holding Simmi on his lap. There was nothing fearful about him as Henry anticipated.
“My name is Purrlin. I can make dreams come true. Do sit down and tell me your dreams.”
Henry moved to the rickety old chair by the table. Should he tell the old man about his dream?
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
D’Verse Prosery prompt: “If you are a dreamer, come in” from Shel Silverstein’s poem Invitation…