My five year old grandson, Reece, is famous for coming up with the cutest way of saying the most illogical things. I’m convinced that much of it is due to the fact that he is left-handed and his brain just works differently than everyone else’s, but then what do I know?
We were in the car on Tuesday and Reece informed me that he had gone that same way with his mother “today, yesterday, and the other tomorrow”. I asked him what the other tomorrow was and he very matter of factly stated, “you know, the one before tomorrow and yesterday”. I thought it best not to prod further since it was confusing enough. To me; not to Reece.
But it got me thinking about alternate worlds and multiple futures and all that weird fantasy sci fi stuff. The very elements that suck me into a really good, unbelievably believable story. The possibilities are endless when you allow your imagination to take flight. Which most people don’t, by the way.
What if the other tomorrow is right down the street from where you live? You know the little forest that dips into a deep gully over there – the one you walk by several times a week on your way to wherever you are going? What if the other tomorrow is in there? What if it’s under the escalator at the mall? What if it’s through that door at the back of your closet that you always thought was the attic access? (Yeah, I know, that one is kind of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe-ish.) What if the other tomorrow is what’s happening right now and you have to find away to get back to today?
See what I mean?
Whatever you can imagine, you can write. Or draw. Or design. Or sing.
Where is your other tomorrow?