Thursday 7 February 2013

Narration:

She returns to the desk. The drop-in desk; available for students who are seeking employability advice. It's not that busy today so she checks her emails. Wonders whether she'll get her essay done in time- so- by tomorrow morning.

She doubts it but it looks like a challenge she would like to overcome. Otherwise, she'll just give it in on Monday. No biggie... Besides, the lecturers said, 'nobody ever fails the masters degree'. She wonders if she'll be the exception... again.

Suddenly, she thinks of her dear friend Serg and remembers he hasn't replied to yesterday's email. APANAGIA MOU, EPEXANEN ALOPOS, she thinks to herself. And then decides to compose an email for him, hoping he's still alive and lively; as he would be if he ever won a game of Scrabble against me.

*against her.