and today’s word is winner.

Waiting for the postman, and she had bitten down to skin.

Normally, the only thing she expected were bills, but they were sent digitally now. There were those letters in brown envelopes, or white, but thankfully none of those dropped through the letter box today.

Just one letter, the one with her GSCE grades inside; taken just before the whole country went into lock down, her mock exam was the real thing. She remembered how nervous she was, how the hands of the clock moved so fast, she didn’t put as much as she would have liked on the page.

Nervously tearing open the letter, she slowly pulled out the slip of paper.

‘A seven, wow!’

She was so pleased, proud, and shocked all in one go. It wasn’t bad, at the grand old age of fifty-six to pass an English GCSE. School, when she was younger, she couldn’t wait to leave.

Maybe next time she could go for a GCSE Numeracy class at college, she was never too old to start something new.

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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