A pair of tardy badgers

The dove flew falteringly in an arc over to the majestic ocean-going liner docked at the quayside and alighted on the polished rails.

The dove flew falteringly in an arc over to the majestic ocean-going liner docked at the quayside and alighted on the polished rails.

Section 62 reads like a dream

Vernon felt rivulets of sweat, combined with the falling rain, channeling down the centre of his back. Though the sun shed its blessing upon the ship, overhead the clouds spat contemptuously. Sombrely the brass band on deck played his tune ‘Why does it always rain on me?’ Was this punishment for not marrying Nsansa?

His tears mingled with the rain which was falling very heavily now. He watched with disbelief, as a pair of tardy badgers swum ponderously towards the ship which was pulling away from the quay. A rainbow emerged glistening from the clouds ringing the bright sky. He rubbed his neck which was sore, noticing that his head was resting on the bedside table and he’d knocked the bedside lamp to the floor

Was he seeing things?

Was he seeing things?

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