(not so) #SexySnippets where Maisie wonder's if it is a wind up


Hello again.

I've finished my WIP with those two magic words, 'The End' and as ever I have this idea niggling me. It's about Maisie, who is a secondary character in my last two books.

what do you think?


(Maisie is a teacher in a London primary school.)
  
It was one of those surreal moments when you begin to doubt your sanity. Maisie stared at the form she’d just taken out of a very official looking envelope, blinked, and stared again.
Had she applied and not realised it, or was it a wind up ad a semi clad bloke was hiding behind her front door to shout gotcha?
There, in black and white the form was headed, “Application for head teacher at the combined Brindish Primary School.”
She hadn’t applied for any position, especially not out with her beloved London and in the wilds of Devon, even if her best friend now lived there.
The phone range and she clicked on reply to hear said best friend’s voice. ‘Did you get it have you filled it in and when can you start?’

Cath all the other #SexySnippets here


Enjoy your reading,

love Katy xx

Comments

  1. AnonymousAugust 26, 2018 at 7:16 PM

    Lol, oh I love it. She has to go and get the job. :-)

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