A belated introduction.
The character named Trina first shows up in my work in 1986.
Trina has the power of imagination and uses it to control her world, for this she uses a journal and dolls.
Trina is probably based on the character of the Little Prince by Antoine de
A prompt from D. Wallace Peach inspired this new, ongoing fable.
‘Trina and the Android at Saks’ closes with the disappearance of a golden android.
In this section, Trina and the Shadow Boy find the android at Macy’s.
One day the little Shadow Boy found the golden android on a display stand at Macy’s.
He was giddy with joy and raced to find Trina, who was by the duck pond in Central Park with her doll Madison, and a doll he didn’t know.
The shadow boy paused.
Trina saw his gathering shadow and waved him over.
“I saw him!” cried the little shadow boy.
“Trina gave him a cup of tea, “The android?” she asked.
“ Yes!” grinned the shadow boy.
“Oh yay!” Trina clapped. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the robot department at Macy’s,” then the shadow boy
pointed at Trina’s new doll. “Who’s that?”
“That’s my new doll,” said Trina.
Trina’s new doll smiled.
“What’s her name?” asked the shadow boy.
“I don’t know, do you?”
The little shadow boy cocked his head and thought.
“Her name is Felicity.”
“That sounds right.” Trina replied; then she stuffed Felicity
into her bag and said, “Let’s go!”
The Shadow boy led Trina to the robot department at Macy’s.
The android saw them and clicked happily into gear.
The three of them stared at each other in silence.
Finally, Trina opened her bag and said, “Hop in and I’ll make you a skin.”
The android peered at Trina’s bag and hopped in.
Trina hugged the shadow boy and told him to close his eyes; when he opened them, he was in Trina’s workshop.
The shadow boy watched from the shadows as Trina went to work at her sewing machine. It took hours, but when she was done, the android had a new skin and new clothes.
As Trina dressed the android, the shadow boy stepped out of the shadows.
“He’s very handsome.” The shadow boy said, “but why are his clothes so weird.”
“He lives in the past.” Trina replied.
Trina brought the android a mirror; the android silently studied his face.
“Not bad” he said. His voice was deep and resonant.
“I think it’s quite excellent.” Trina’s statement was an irritable command.
The android clicked with dismay, “Oh yes!” He stammered, “It’s quite excellent; quite excellent indeed.”
Trina was happy again.
“Let’s go to the park and write a story.” She said.
“That’s an excellent idea,” the android relied, “quite excellent indeed.”
Words and Illustrations (c) Rob Goldstein 2019