STANLEY’S DELIVERY
“Come on
Stanley – time’s a-wasting.” The voice was stern and Stanley grabbed the
nearest blanket, reaching the exit before he read the label - Artist.
His heart sank. Briefly he considered pretending he’d read it as Artisan, but
with the supervisor watching, he yielded to the inevitable and took off.
Stanley
searched the town carefully, but he had almost given up when he saw it. He
laughed so hard he almost dropped his bundle. With a roof so glorious, this had
to be the place, and with a practised swoop the job was done.
One baby
artist safely delivered to her mother.
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I hope this step into fantasy gives you a few moments of pleasure - and respite from this traumatic week suffered by the entire world, and especially America, which has my deepest sympathy.
Thanks as always to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and this week to Sandra Crook for the photograph of that glorious roof which inspired my story, plus the other stories you can read by following the links from Rochelle's blog.
