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Playing with the boys
She’s late. Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel I sneak a look at my fingernails. Chewed. To the quick. It’s a bad habit I’ve tried to kick. One my male colleagues like to comment on. They enjoy critiquing my appearance. My hair … my breasts … my clothes … my bum …. my make-up.…Keep reading
It was standing room only. Every seat taken. I always wondered who would turn up, but I never thought I would find out. Family, friends, neighbours, and colleagues gathered to say farewell. I recognised faces from my school and university days.Keep reading