Normally everything came naturally, but today the neurons in her brain were misfiring like an old car. Quiet at the back, she wanted someone else to answer the questions.

College seemed a good idea, but now Mary felt her age limit her education.

‘Do you know the answer, because I haven’t got a clue. My name’s Lauren.’

At first she didn’t answer, concentrated on the tutor, and her explaining what a noun was. But this woman had a grin on her face like permanent marker. If there was a question, she would attempt to answer it.

Most of the time it was wrong, but that didn’t matter to her.

‘What made you join the adult Literacy class?’ she had to ask.

‘I need a job, but need to have the qualification first. I never much listened in school, so I’m making up for it now. What about you?’

She wasn’t quite ready to reveal her past. ‘I’ve wanted to go to college for a while, and I’ve never had the time.’

‘Me neither, hey do you fancy a drink after class?’

As long as the drink was coffee, then that was okay. There had been too many drinks and for the first time in years sober felt good.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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