347 – Flying friendly skies
Periodically I have to travel as part of my job. I clamber on board an aircraft and away we go. Simple as that. I still …
Donny had worked in the mail room for most of his life, in fact, all of his working life. He was a simple soul, and …
The colour and the shape of the fruit placed in my hand suggested it could be an apple, yet something within me said it wasn’t. …
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