August is a month for Prompts #3

3. 8/3: “Hello, I’m-”

“Every thought is a gift therefore every head is a present. Unlock it and your potential is endless.”

“If every thought is a gift, therefore a head is a present, can I call you Present Head?” She asks.

“No,” he replies as he removes the neatly wrapped gift box from his head and places it beside him.

“Then what?” 

“Listen, I’ve simply got a story to tell and it’s a long tale-“

“Ha! You’re Ezekiel!” Another small voice announces.

“No,” he repeats as a spot light illuminates the stage, making everything plain to see.

“I’m no masterpiece,” he sings with his arms in the air and a quick spin, “but, this body is Mine.”

Before anyone in the crowd could call out, he raised his hand, “Do not bleat, Just Smile.”

“I told you he’s definitely Gideon,” the boy nudged the girl and said.

A palm to the face cannot calm his apparent nerve, yet a smile pushes through as he says, “Nope, wrong again!”

The crowd sighs like a choir on an unexpected rainy day.

“Why must you all make this such a burden? I assure you if you let me speak it’ll be magic.”

“Cassidy!” The boy croons and bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Ha, cute but I’m not a witch,” he winks in the girl’s direction, “Incidentally neither are you, there is a...” he sighs heavily which causes a pause and breaths to be stifled. Right before the words tumble into the tense air like a fresh breath, “Special way about you-“

“That’s called Sway,” the boy interrupts and babbles on, “I got one to ya know, but I don’t need to tell you that.”

“Just follow me, let me show you the way.”

“I thought this was it,” she says. 

“This is nowhere at all,” he says gesturing to the empty space surrounding the crowd, “However I’ll entertain you and answer.”

He snaps and canvases fall all around them, “I assure you indeed it’s a wonderful place called Tucy.”

*A structure is revealed, what could it be?*

“An amusement park!”

“A museum!”

“A library!” 

“Is that a cafe?” The crowd murmurs with anticipation.  

The scene before them is brought to life with music and the sound of cheerful conversation and family delight. 

“Welcome to The Universe Collectively Yours! This is Mine Imagination!”

His hands go up and all the familiar characters of Tucy pour out from behind him. His hands in the air as squeals of excitement, joy, and peace radiate all around him.

There’s a tug on his sleeve and he looks down low. Below a small fellow with a Gunther shirt and a Mine wig asks, “But who are you?”

“Oh, dear I must’ve been rambling...”

He drops to a crouch and offers the small Mine fan his hand, he took it and they smiled.

“Hello, little one, I’m T. M. Ashley, the author of Mine Imagination and Father of Tucy.”

“Tucy’s got a Dad?” The boy’s voice filled with awe and wonder.

“It’s gotta Mommy too, she’s my Muse. I go by Flow.”

“He’s our dad too,” the boy and girl interjects before taking off in fits of giggles. 

The little fan gasps and stiffens like a board as he whispers along with Flow, “Forever moving forward.” 

“Woah.”

“And because I’m forever moving forward,” he stands up and offers him his hand, “Allow me to take you on the grand tour.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I just want to share what I believe is part of my purpose. Explore my mind and tell me what you see, I mean, it is all in Tucy.”

Together with the boy Flow moved as he did and sauntered into the park after the crowd rolled in.