“I’m running late,” she told her husband, “would you print out my writing competition entry, pop it in the envelope and post it for me?”
“Of course,” he said.
Six weeks later she opened her mail to find a letter saying her poem won, and a copy of the anthology with the winning entries.
“But I wrote a story,” she said. In the anthology her story was written down the page in short lines.
Ginger, their new kitten, yawned, then climbed onto her desk and walked across the keyboard and back again.
Enter. Enter. Enter.
“Of course,” he said.
Six weeks later she opened her mail to find a letter saying her poem won, and a copy of the anthology with the winning entries.
“But I wrote a story,” she said. In the anthology her story was written down the page in short lines.
Ginger, their new kitten, yawned, then climbed onto her desk and walked across the keyboard and back again.
Enter. Enter. Enter.
