So, here we are with the todays Guess the Story. I have three clues which I will post all over the day. And at the evening we take a look at the comments and you can see, which story it was. I'll screen the comments, so nobody will know before the evening if someone knew it.
Clue one
Deeper down in the little cache he found what he was looking for.

Clue two
He had bought a live Christmas tree in a pot, only twelve inches high. He'd set it on the windowsill among his forced bulbs and draped a string of tiny lights around it. He cut out the figure of Cowley from one of the photographes he and Bodie collected for various bits of foolery and fastened it to the tip of the tree, remembering the Christmas trees of childhood and the noisy squabbling excitement of siblings and cousins as they speculated about the presents stacked under and around.
somtime later
He set down his cup and went into the living room, drawing back the curtains to let in the grey morning. On the windowsill the little tree stood forlornly, and he thought about relieving it of its undignified burden of decoration. He'd have to sort out a place it could get enough light, or find it a proper home in the earth, somewhere he could keep an eye on it while it got its roots dug in. He and Bodie could sneak it into a corner of the park - -
"What are you staring at, you malevoelnt old sod?" he demanded of Cowley's picture. "Working on the next helping of chaos?"
Oh, and have the third clue as well. It is only a picture this time *g*
Clue three
He picked up the little box, unfolded the card and read *Merry Christmas, Will, with much love from Mum.*

That are all clues you'll get from me. :-)
Clue one
Deeper down in the little cache he found what he was looking for.

Clue two
He had bought a live Christmas tree in a pot, only twelve inches high. He'd set it on the windowsill among his forced bulbs and draped a string of tiny lights around it. He cut out the figure of Cowley from one of the photographes he and Bodie collected for various bits of foolery and fastened it to the tip of the tree, remembering the Christmas trees of childhood and the noisy squabbling excitement of siblings and cousins as they speculated about the presents stacked under and around.
somtime laterHe set down his cup and went into the living room, drawing back the curtains to let in the grey morning. On the windowsill the little tree stood forlornly, and he thought about relieving it of its undignified burden of decoration. He'd have to sort out a place it could get enough light, or find it a proper home in the earth, somewhere he could keep an eye on it while it got its roots dug in. He and Bodie could sneak it into a corner of the park - -
"What are you staring at, you malevoelnt old sod?" he demanded of Cowley's picture. "Working on the next helping of chaos?"
Oh, and have the third clue as well. It is only a picture this time *g*
Clue three
He picked up the little box, unfolded the card and read *Merry Christmas, Will, with much love from Mum.*

That are all clues you'll get from me. :-)