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Remaining Stationery [sic]All the company’s heads were at the meeting, but after four hours they were no closer to coming up with a solution.Remaining Stationery [sic] by SCFrankles
The Head of Administration looked round at the other three heads with a twinkle in his eye.
“Come now, my dauntless, pulchritudinous colleagues…”
“...pul-chri-tu-di-nous colleagues…” murmured Tim the PA, as he took the minutes on his laptop.
“...surely we can find an answer to this mighty problem between us?” He took a deep breath. “How on earth are we going to fit this new delivery of envelopes into the stationery cupboard?”
The Head of Marketing stared back blankly. The Head of Human Resources leaned over and poured out yet another glass of carrot juice, while the Head of Sales stirred her own juice listlessly with a fresh stick of celery. She leaned closer to the Head of HR as he took a sip to keep his throat moist.
“Would you like to add a little ethanol to that?” She discreetly showed him a
Tip of My TongueAlison had been wrong in thinking she wouldn’t know anyone at the party. She was barely through the door when she spotted an old school acquaintance, someone she hadn’t seen in over twenty years.Tip of My Tongue by SCFrankles
She gave him an enthusiastic wave. The man looked at her in bemusement and Alison hurried across.
She came to a dead stop. What the heck was the bloke’s name? She frowned. Probably best to try and dig it out before going any further or this could get embarrassing.
Alison gestured vaguely at the stairs. “I’m just going to…”
The man nodded, looking even more bewildered, and Alison scampered away.
She shot up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, climbed out the window and down a drainpipe, and then sprinted off in the direction of the Misplaced Vocabulary Office.
The attendant frowned at her as she dashed in. “I’m just about to close up, you know.”
Alison put her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.
The Big Hand's on Twelve12:00 AMThe Big Hand's on Twelve by SCFrankles
They met at the stroke of midnight: the Big Hand and the Little Hand were both on 12.
“Big Hand,” said the Little Hand, nervously. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.”
“Yes, indeed,” smiled the Big Hand. “A lot of time.”
The Little Hand swallowed hard. “And… well, during that time, I’ve become very fond of you.” It produced a diamond ring. “Big Hand… would you accept this Little Hand in marriage?”
There was a pause.
“Um,” said the Big Hand.
“‘Um’?” said the Little Hand.
“It’s just…” The Big Hand blushed. “I know we were going steady together but… I’ve got something going now with the Second Hand.”
The Little Hand looked dazed. “The Second Hand..?”
The Second Hand zoomed past.
“Hi, sweetheart!” called back the Big Hand. It saw the expr
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