Room 2D

By Anthony Vallance from Februs 18 Cherri sat on the very edge of her bar stool as the young blonde continued with her story. Her voice was a whisper that Cherri had to strain to catch but what she was saying was so interesting that Cherri could not resist the temptation to eavesdrop. ‘Well,’ the young woman whispered to her equally young and blonde friend, ‘I don’t mind playing along with most things, but, well, this was different. I mean how did I know he was going to try, you know, that?’ The second blonde nodded sagely. ‘I did warn you,’ she said. ‘I lasted two days before I called it quits,’ she added. ‘Two days? Well, I was only there for today,’ the first one responded, ‘but I was thinking of going back.’ The second blonde smiled knowingly. ‘If you think you can take that sort of treatment…’ The words hung in the air, waiting for an answer that never came. The topic of conversation changed abruptly with the arriva

By Anthony Vallance from Februs 17 Cherri looked at herself critically in the mirror. Did she look right for the office? It seemed that no matter what she wore it was always wrong. She had worn a short skirt and high heels to go out delivering newspapers, and her bottom still tingled at the memory of what had followed. The next day she had worn a tee-shirt and jeans when she should have been dressed smartly to go out and meet some of the local business people at the Chamber of Commerce. The thought of Mr Smedley’s granite features fixing on her made her go red with embarrassment and she promised herself never to make that mistake again. And now? She was coming to the end of her first week as the Surrey Courier’s new journalist and she needed to undo the bad impressions she had made all round. Added to which she was at last going to meet Angela Pringle, the Courier’s one and only agony aunt. Cherri had heard so much about Angela