“…but mum I really want a spaceship.”
“Ben! For the last time we’re not here to…” A man’s voice cut me off.
“You won’t find flashing lights and electrickery here young man.”
Startled, I looked around the toy shop. “Hello? We were just looking for…”
“A present. For a party.”
“Yes…but how…” As I fumbled out my words a wisp of white hair appeared above the row of wooden jigsaw puzzles.
“And you must be Ben the galactic explorer.”
As I rounded the aisle the owner of the voice was on his haunches rolling a coin across his knuckles much to the wide-eyed amazement of my son.
“Do you do parties? I’ve never seen him so quiet”
The old man winked and flipped the coin above my head. I reached up to grab it on instinct. When I looked back he was gone.
And so was my son.
Header image: By Fotografia di Error. – Fotografia analogica scattata da Error, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=346857