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Friday 13 March 2015

Friday 13th

The sun shinning through my window on to my face woke me up. It would normally put me in a good mood for the start of the day, but today. Today was my birthday. It was also Friday 13th , which meant that I was likely to be the butt of all the usual jokes, like I hadn't heard them all a million times before and was totally fed up of them. Waiting to hear them did rather take the joy out of the day. So I had decided that I was going to treat today like any other day, any other Friday, starting at 10am with a lecture.

“What time is it?”I muttered out loud whilst reaching out for my alarm clock.

“3.15!, no way is that right.

Shaking the clock, I realised it wasn't ticking.

Wednesday 4 March 2015

The Job

Monday morning found Alice walking despondently from yet another employment agency. Yet another typing tests.

“I hate typing tests, the way they stand over you. Everything goes wrong. The result is so predictable.” she thought glumly.


“I don't think we will be able to place you.” the woman had said, “But you could try another agency, they may have more luck.” Not that she blamed them. She wouldn't be able to find work for anyone as incompetent as she had been in that blasted typing test.


It was then that the heavens opened, just to add the final touch to a dismal day.


“Typical,” she thought “I leave my coat behind, because it's a bit heavy for August, needs a good clean and a few buttons sewn on, if I can find them, and it rains, boy does it rain.”


She nipped into a door for shelter, but the wind drove the rain into the doorway to continue soaking her. She opened the door and found herself at the bottom of a flight of stairs.