by Christine Wilks
Dragon
At work the other women avoided her, even in the smokers’ room. But Megan didn’t care. She was too busy driving her career in top gear, trying to get into the fast lane, flashing and tailgating those slow coaches blocking her way. The only breaks she took were fag breaks – but she sucked fast and hard. She could work fifty, sixty hours a week no problem. That’s how tough she was. …read more >>
For The Best
Prring! Trudy blinks at the screen on the kitchen wall. It’s a text from Simon. She knows what it’s going to say. It’s time. Her body clock could’ve told her that, if she’d been listening to it – but she hasn’t, she’s been ignoring it for days. Dreading it. No use belly-aching, she tells herself (and suddenly there is an ache in her belly). At conception they agreed on a deadline, and this is it. …read more >>
