The envelope plopped onto the coarse, hairy ‘Wipe your paws’ doormat.
She stared at it, fixated, until the blink urge became overwhelming. She
poked it with her toe, looking for signs of life. ‘Get a grip woman’ she
heard her inner self whisper rationally. She had anticipated this day,
practicing how it might play out. A good result meant a takeaway and
fizz for tonight’s tea. She couldn’t contemplate the booby prize
alternative of beans on toast. ‘Just do it’ she heard, carefully tearing
open its gummy seal. Inside, one sheet of ordinary paper knew what her
future held. Her eyes frantically scanned the page, focussing on one little
paragraph. ‘We are pleased to inform you that…’ was all she needed.
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