Saturdays
A fantasy based on some experiences and what I would have liked.
Saturdays I rang the number in the local paper. An older man answered. “Mr. Stevenson, how may I help you?” His voice sounded friendly if slightly formal. Nervously I replied. “I’m, uh, ringing about the gardening job you advertised…” “Oh, good” he replied. “So can you handle tools and outdoor work?” he asked. “Er, yeah… no problem.” I replied. “Well,” he said, “It’s quite a large area and it needs a lot of tidying up so...