Me. You. Coffee.

Dear diary,

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!

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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!

Thanks to Rochelle as ever for hosting. Click here to read this week’s stories from other writers around the world.