Title: My world
by Danielle from Norfolk | in writing, fiction
This is my world. Stuck behind the counter of a quiet newsagents staring idly out of the window between flicking through my magazine. Sometimes I forget that I'm at work and people watch or start daydreaming. Usually about how the next person who walks in is going to be my ticket out of here. Like the sexy footballer coming in, sweeping me off my feet, and immersing me into the WAG lifestyle that I was born to live. The bell above the door rings. I look up but to my disappointment it's the weird guy from across the road.
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