This tiny piece of paper, posted through a letterbox and she wasn’t afraid to open it. Her results were already emailed. The decision to take a college course at the age of fifty a strange one, but something she wanted to do.
Divorce, an ugly word, but a word all the same.
Now she had to get a job, but none of her qualifications would make any different. This result was to certify that life was turning around. The last time she sat an exam computers didn’t even exist.
Opening the envelope, one slip at a time, and her results, the lucky seven, shone from the page. Her next step? She wasn’t sure, but nobody else was needed. His affair was possibly the luckiest thing that ever happened.