The professor leads me into a huge open plan laboratory with brilliant-white walls, full of gleaming equipment, scurrying scientists, and peculiar activities. “Come, come,” he says, ushering me through a door into another, bigger lab, “you’ll want to see this!” I go where I’m told,
I liked the way you ate your food, and swam about the place. I didn’t like to clean up your poos, or the way you hid your face. When you get to your Heaven, could you ask God (or Jesus) that Annabelle would like
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The boy ran through the park, his companion, Mr Balloon at his side. For the briefest moment it was just the two of them, the rest of the world melted away and he was lost in a place where a boy and his balloon could
It was Sunday afternoon and I was killing time in the park before heading home, when I noticed him. He was around eight or nine, wearing a Star Wars t-shirt and carrying a small balloon. The sight of him prompted a flood of childhood memories.
I’m going down to the bottom of the garden Holding a balloon on a string. The balloon is floating. I’ve never seen one that floats. This is a good Christmas party. I’m going down to the bottom of the garden To the bottom of the