Sarah’s Return

Sarah hid under her wide-brimmed hat, wiggling her toes in the sand. The beach was quiet as usual, only a few stragglers and a family or two. She eyed the water twinkling with a million little suns. It looked so inviting but meant she would have to strip down to her costume and walk past the few people on the beach. It was something she just couldn’t do. She turned back to her book and was soon absorbed in another world.

“Please help” a strange man shouted at her suddenly. She looked up in shock and was disoriented for a moment. “S…sorry?” she stammered unhappy that he was focusing on her.

“Here” he literally threw a wet, screaming infant into her arms and ran down the beach to the water. Sarah was shocked and had no idea what to do with the little girl, who’s screams were now reaching right across the beach.…

The Seller

Maura was trying hard. Recently widowed she had to make a living. Her and her children were barely holding on. Mike had left her very little in terms of life insurance and assets.

The past few months she spent studying to write the local estate agents exams through the Professional Estate Agents Group. It was the only qualification she could study and be earning within a short period of time. And you didn’t need a degree to do it.

Maura spent hours trolling through websites to familiarize herself with house prices, the best and worst areas and the average prices of homes. Often people advertised their own homes and sold them privately. Maura disliked the concept but realized that they did hold opportunities if the owner could be convinced to work with her.

The advert read: house for sale. Blairgowrie – R650 000 – 3 bedrooms, swimming pool and double garage. Call: Blaze. Maura read it again. The house prices in that area were well over a million rand. This couldn’t be right. Maybe he left out a “1” in front of the “6”.…

The Proposal

Wilbotsvale is the Hicksville of the West Rand! It doesn’t mean the people are bad, just poor and common. Being mainly a farm community, there are many poor families renting rooms from the farmers while working the land. It’s amazing how, no matter how poor they are – they smoke, drink and have more kids than they can educate.

Blinky is the exception. Pretty. Able to pass grade 8. Takes care of herself.…

The Christmas Carollers

 

 Mike was short, stout and downright ugly.  He hated everything good and kindness was a foreign concept to him.  Even at Christmas time, when his neighbors were giving he didn’t.  The neighborhood Christmas carollers spent months rehearsing their songs so that they could sing their way through Christmas. It made them happy and they approached their singing with love and enthusiasm. They loved to share the joy.

 

The carollers drove Mike crazy.  He moved between ignoring them ringing the bell in the cold and opening the door to hurl abuse at them.  This year Mike decided to prepare for the carollers too, he had a special surprise for them.