A 1200 word Short Story
I never wanted to do it, but I was made to run the lottery syndicate. Why on earth was I asked? My filing is disorganised, I’m always forgetting important things and since I started this, I’ve dreaded the day disaster strikes. Sheila engineered it.
“Marie should do it, she’s so good with people I’m sure she would love to be asked,” I heard her saying to our boss Mrs Rogers. I tried to say…