I’ve just woken up. My eyes blink and a grey ceiling is above me, speckled with black splodges, and a stringy cobweb in the corner. My hangover lingers in the background, like a radio on low volume, threatening to ruin the day, but not bad enough to stop me from sitting up and looking aroundContinue reading “Grease”
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Temporary part three
Joanne takes her fob and opens the door to the main office. There are lines of rectangular desks and rows of balding heads, eyes down. I traipse after her cautiously, adjusting my skirt, not wanting to stray in front of her. I can hear a slight murmur ripple across the room. A few heads liftContinue reading “Temporary part three”
The female perspective 