Just as the previous contract was about to end, I saw a position advertised at the local museum. Here, in Wessex.
Okay, so it wasn’t paying much but that was expected; a small museum, a pimple compared with the V&A. More relevant, the museum housed a good portion of the finds from the Royal Barrows of Salisbury Plain. The gold was amazing. But it wasn’t just that. The Beaker pottery, the Grooved Ware, the polished stone axes, the flints. I get as excited about that as most women would get about a new lover. My fingers trembled as I updated my c.v.; I could scarcely control the pen as I completed the application form. Oh, and I so wanted my writing to be immaculately tidy. In a job like this, it matters.
I was short-listed for interview. And, gosh, when I remember, I was tight with anxiety.
147 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
An excerpt from Priory Project, a Sci-fi/Fantasy posted weekly back in 2015