![]() The night was clear the streets empty, except for the odd drunk stumbling towards the next pub. The cold wind hit her face like an icy slap, urging her feet forward. Waving goodbye to the few people she actually spoke to in the office, and passing Harlan the creepy janitor, she stepped out into the cold night. Wow, yesterday, a cat had managed to get stuck in a tree… Like that’s never happened before.īreaking news! I’m stuck in a dead end job, going nowhere. What she’d found, however, was a whole lot of nothing. She’d become a junior reporter for Kent News because she loved the excitement of a good story she loved the chase of the unknown. Picking up her jumper, she headed for the door. With a sigh, she moved the mouse to bring the screen back up, checked her email for the hundredth time, and finally logged out. As if it was taunting her, the screen saver flashed up again, notifying her that she’d not done a thing for the last twenty minutes. ![]() ![]() Swirling her now cold coffee around in her mug, Tamriel sat staring at the screen at the only two words she’d written all day. ![]()
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