Short

fiction

April 29, 2018

“Woohoo” 

Britany let out a too-loud cry of joy as she stood in St Pancras station’s concourse, under the black departures signboard that had just changed to show her 17.50 train to Paris! ‘Finally’ she thought. After five years of interning and working as a lacky in the food industry, she’d arrived at this point. Well, technically four and a half years if s...

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