SOMETIMES I'VE BELIEVED AS MANY AS
SIX IMPOSSIBLE THINGS BEFORE BREAKFAST.
(Lewis Carroll, from Through the Looking Glass)
To me, this is one of the greatest pleasures of being a writer, of having an imagination. What if...?
What if...I looked out the window and saw my Florida neighborhood was buried in snow drifts? And the snow was purple?
What if...the noises my husband dismissed as the house creaking was really an old lady sitting in a rocking chair in the attic?
What if...instead of scrambling over to their food dish, the tortoises stood up on their hind legs and walked over to it, with Larry letting Mrs. Larry have first dibs? (We'd actually have a better chance of the walking part happening than of L being so polite.)
Now, you try. What if...?