Love this!

Janette swept into the room and turned up the radio.
‘Happy Christmas Ken.’
Humming along, she tutted as she picked up the untouched breakfast plate from his tray. What a waste. All those starving children in the world. A plucking on a sleeve got her attention. ‘Are you my mum?’ he asked. #WriteCBC

Amazing Mike! Well done you!

It didn’t take her long to notice it was missing. She wailed for days. I almost put it back just to shut her up. I excelled myself though, she even sent me an email to say thank you for being so supportive. I place her contacts book in my bedside drawer with the rest of my collection. #WriteCBC

The pastel pink front door is my first red flag, that and the fluffy keychain the key came on. I hear my dad: beggars can’t be choosers. I haul my small suitcase over the threshold, my trainers squeaking in protest on the polished parquet floor. I’m hot with desperation. This has to work. #WriteCBC

Thank you!
No, but now I’ll investigate! I can’t take credit, it was a title suggested by a good writing buddy.

#IAmQuerying
Shag/Marry/Avoid
Women’s fiction ✍️📖