"Good idea, Maya. But here's a challenge: I want you to find a model for the commuter."
I stare at Mr Clifford in astonishment. "Don't we have people who can do that?" I wonder out loud.
"Yes, we do. But let's call this... another test of your creativity."
I almost groan. Mr Clifford and his tests of creativity. "Yes, sir... but how would I?"
He rubs his hands together (what is it with him? Don't ask me) and says "I was thinking you could ask one of the people you commute with... you know, someone you featured in your article."
"What, and snap a picture of them on my mobile phone?" I know I'm being silly, but what he's telling me to do is totally deranged.
"No, Maya. If they agreed, you'd bring them here, and we'd photograph them professionally, with a blank newspaper. They'd be paid, of course."
"But how do I bring them round to the idea?" I can't help asking.
He leans forward over the desk in a conspiratory manner. "That, Maya, is up to you, and your... uh... charismatic, let's say, personality.
Sometimes I hate Mr Clifford.
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Commute - Camp NaNoWriMo April 2015
HumorMaya McKenna is a regular twenty-eight year old and an aspiring journalist. After bagging a job in London, she discovers that she has to commute every day, at half past seven! Maya is understandably not looking forward to this, but when a project re...
