Business was slow and it was getting late… and still no message from Daisy.
Continue reading →The Postman
Through no fault of his own, he’d become one of Mother Nature’s favourites, and she was forever thinking up new ways to surprise and delight him when he came home from work.
Continue reading →He scanned his emails and the long list of meeting requests while he sipped his first coffee for the day… and totally failed to stifle a yawn at the prospect of yet another dull day.
Continue reading →It was his first day in his new job, and he was keen to make a good impression, but do you think he could remember the name of those squiggly glass tube things?
Continue reading →Twenty minutes later he was back on the street, searching for a bar called Harvey Wallbanger; it was going to be a long night…
Continue reading →She knew she’d find him sulking in his ‘man cave’ and hoped she could remember which one was his before the coffees went cold.
Continue reading →During the meeting his manager challenged them to do some ‘blue-sky thinking’, and he did, and they never saw him again…
Continue reading →In the never-ending quest to find the right words, he often revisited the Dreamtime for inspiration…
Continue reading →Kevin didn’t know much about weather systems, but instinct told him this might be a good day to stay inside.
Continue reading →He paced the floor, nervously waiting for her to come home, hoping the flowers – her favourites – might help ease the sting of what he needed to tell her…
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