They made us stand.
I remember them first floating the idea of all standing anchors back in 2017. I scoffed then, and I scoff now. I’m livid. We’re no better than the weather girls now; and yes, I include Brian in that.
This whole damn studio has been going down hill since Maggie got rid of Des.
I don’t know what Sharon’s so happy about. She’s been grinning like a Cheshire cat since the castors clacked down the corridor. She loved sitting next to me and she knows it.
Worst of all, they expect me to wear pants!
This flash fiction/short story, call it what you will, was written for Friday Fictioneers.
I’m not sure why the last two stories have followed a slight theme. I can assure you I’m not broody!
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