It Worked Again

Charlie lived for her leather journal full of palaces, markets, and strange people.

She scribbled her ideas until sleep took her beneath the old, sprawling oak tree, its roots reaching deep down.

Charlie wandered the corridors of a vibrant, regal city, the warm stones below her feet.

As she browsed the market, she found the master cobbler who made old shoes new again. Charlie wished she had the money. She opened her wallet. The exact amount was there.

She woke abruptly. Ink smudged her face. Her feet were dirty from cobblestone streets. Her dying shoes were reborn. It worked again.