Room 2D

The first of two parts from Blushes 24 No wonder BR always seems to be running at a loss, thought Linda Marshall. There must be thousands like me — all fare dodging. She’d been doing it for months, because it was so simple when you got off at the station, like hers, where there was no ticket collector. All you needed to do was buy one return ticket a week and go on using it. Oh yes, so simple. A sweet smile at the collector on the gate at the terminal and he would only give your half-hidden ticket the merest glance. They were so thick, or inefficient, they deserved to lose money, she said to herself. Whereas she was saving herself over £25 a week. There’s private enterprise for you! Linda smiled. Even Mrs Thatcher might approve. Linda glanced at her watch. The train was late leaving. And how empty the carriage was. Then she remembered she had made some excuse and left the office early — so as to have plenty of time to get read...

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Story from Janus 57 by Michael Burntwood Gym shoes pattered over the varnished wooden floor of the gym hall. The netball match had started. It would settle the question, which team was to be appointed to play in the school championship final against the winning team from the fifth form heats. Long-legged sixth form girls were running up and down from one side to the other following the ball, eager to do their best to win the game and on Parents’ Day belong to the team which would show the younger girls that sixth form young ladies as always are the best. One of the teams was dressed in dark blue leotards and the other wore white sleeveless vests tucked into brief running shorts of shiny red nylon. Today, however, it seemed as if there was something wrong. Miss Hampton, the gym teacher, had to blow her whistle to break the game from time to time. Again the shrill tone from her whistle sounded within only the first minutes...