Clipped
Nancy fidgeted and messed around with the things on her desk as she waited for her documents to print. All fifty pages of it—twice over. No wonder it was taking forever. She’d finished her to-do list for the day and the document was literally her last task, bar separating the two copies, keeping one for herself and stuffing the other in an envelope and dashing to the post box just outside her building. The address and postage labels were ready to go, too.
God, it really was taking an age. She could almost feel herself getting older as she waited. Irritably, she flipped the lid off the small plastic box holding her paperclips and emptied them out onto the desk. She was so bored that she started sorting them into piles based on their colour; red, blue, green, pink. She quickly grew
