My Dad's Ticket

Ticket?

Yes. A ticket.

To where?

I’m not telling.

Aw common pops.

To berlin, paris,
Oklahoma?

God no, not Oklahoma.

This ticket will get you to a place you never even dreamed
of.

A place over the hills and through the woods.

To granma’s house?

No.

This ticket, this paper card of sorts, is a magical ticket.

It has powers.

What powers? I cannot tell you

Why? I promised an old friend.

But pops!

I’ll tell you this, you ever thought about the mist that
comes in every morning.

You ever wonder why it stays and blocks out the sun? The
mist you see is like a low cloud that
blocks out things and people can only see maybe a foot ahead of them if they’re
lucky, there could be a dog, or a rose standing next to them and they wouldn’t
be able to tell.

This ticket breaks the mist. It gives things light and
clarity. That is one of its powers,