Monday 26 March 2012

The Sunshine Dealer


Every morning he would wake with a little tune in his head. Then he'd hum that tune to himself and walk up to his secret place. His was a land of fresh, abundant sunshine washed through with just enough oxygen. And then he'd sit by the day collecting sunshine in little glass bottles. He'd drink a little himself and get a little tipsy. He'd smile at strangers who would almost always smile back. They would know the lyrics to his song and join in. And in the dark hours of the night, he would exchange his little bottles for a kindness returned. He had a thriving business. And if you'd ever visited him at home, you'd see how it shone. You'd see how he shone. 

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