Words come alive mingled together. On the pages betwixt falls fantastical weather. Contrast swings in black and white, shoots the story out of sight. To the moon and back, then into your heart; a fictional cast is the imaginative start. People meet to chat them up, talk it over a coffee cup. What if they climb off the shelves? What would ideas say to themselves?
What am I referring to? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
I gave you a clue!