#humanmagic

Printed on the back of a suspiciously warm flyer at the Noodleburg Laundromat.

Lost:

Pocket universe shaped like a jelly donut. My nephew named it “Plop.” Last seen humming Bee Gees tunes near the cereal aisle. We miss it. Reward offered: one soft scarf and a secret.

Found:

Gravity. Slightly used. Keeps everything down, including my mood. On sale half price or swap for decent trampoline.

Missing:

Left sock. The one that had dreams. Think it slipped into a wrinkle in time again. Smelled faintly of peppermint. If it sends messages through your toaster, please respond.

For Sale:

Gently haunted teacup. Refills itself with whatever you almost wanted. Ghost inside is polite but judgmental. Price negotiable, especially if you’re lonely.

Help Wanted:

Someone to talk to the mirror. It’s been making comments about my posture and late-night snacking. Not mean, just disappointed. Bring snacks.

Trade:

Will swap slightly cursed harmonica (summons emotional thunderstorms) for something less dramatic. Like sentient wallpaper or a VHS tape that teaches empathy.

Looking For:

Portal roommate. Must be cool with flickering lights, time hiccups, and Thursdays that loop once or twice. No banshees, please — I work from home.

Found:

An idea I lost in 2003. It came back dressed like a pigeon. Unsure what it wants now. Free to someone braver.

Reward:

If anyone sees my teenage existential crisis wandering Sycamore Park, please tell it I’m ready to talk. It used to smell like iced coffee and fear of failure.

Offering:

Unclaimed moonbeam. Keeps sleeping in my laundry basket. Seems sad. Would love a home with dreams.

📎🌀👁

Reader Comments:

“The harmonica cried when I played it. We’re roommates now.” – @emotionalbutloud

“Tell your mirror mine says hi. They used to date, I think.” – Carla from over the deli