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We wore white coats spattered
in paint, blood red, and carried
humungous syringes made from
plastic. Unchallenged, we entered
his room which began to shake with
his uncontrollable laughter.
The bedpan tumbling to the
floor brought nurses at the double
as we turned and ran. He died a
few days later. We were assured
by his widow that our visit was not
lethal and he had departed this life
a cheerful soul.
Or was it the time the cat was away Sharing my office with Simone.
and the mice did play. A chance for
my team, with their capricious and My boss returned from sabbatical
artistic temperaments to create their to this circus of ingenuity to find
own workspace. Out went cloistered productivity greatly increased.
partitions and the grandaughter Or was it the time when...
of the famous illustrator, Norman A notepad and pen crept across
Rockwell, brought in sacks of sand, the restaurant table.
deck chairs and exotic posters of “Just jot down a figure,” said
Greece. Raised platforms accessible Executive One.
by ladders and boudoir-style I nudged back the notebook with
creations completed the new look. a figure blatantly inflated to end the
This transformation was too matter so I could leave as planned.
tempting. I abandoned my office The executives glanced at the
to join them, accompanied by notepad and then at one another.
Simone, my sexy assistant. A store “Okay, agreed, but only on the
mannequin dressed in lingerie and condition that you stay for at least
sometimes in an evening gown 12 months.”
depending on her mood. Almost keeling over into my
We demigods believed a happy
team was essential for creativity. Le Voyageur in Stanley Bay, H.K.