Posts tagged ‘Angela Fox’

February 18th, 2018

The Cane Event

When a school abolishes corporal punishment, the results aren’t always what you expect.

By Angela Fox

With an illustration by the author to follow

Matron Diana Mason smiled to herself as she saw the fifth former, Cathy Davis, walking across the school playing fields towards her office in the school sanatorium. Obviously the little second year, Anthea, had succeeded in her mission to seek out Cathy and given her the message that Matron would like to see her. Matron needed to do only one thing before Cathy arrived. She went to a cabinet next to her bookcase, retrieved an item and lay it to one side of her ink blotter where Cathy’s medical record lay open at the most recent page. The item was off to the side but Matron knew that Cathy would not be able to ignore it when she arrived.
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January 22nd, 2018

Scream Test

Two nurses find a way of boosting their income

By Angela Fox

Chapter 1 Opportunities

“Hello Lynne, may I join you?”

I was in the hospital cafeteria eating my salad and I glanced up from my plate to see Anne Jenkins, who was the ward Sister on the third floor, starting to pull a chair out from the table where I was already eating my lunch. Anne was an acquaintance I had known for a couple of years though I generally only saw her when I delivered one of the patients from the casualty department, where I worked, to her floor.

I smiled and said, “Please. Join me. I could use some company.”
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December 9th, 2017

Four O’clock in the Headmistress’s Lair

A girl’s experience in the headmistress’s study. By a new writer to us, with the grahic illustrations also by the author

By Angela Fox

‘Friday afternoon at four o’clock, and once again I am sitting on this hard chair,’ I thought. ‘Why do I do this to myself?’ I wasn’t given long to ponder. Within a minute the so-called traffic light outside her door turned from red, meaning do not disturb, to green, directing whoever was waiting on this damned chair to knock on the door for entry.

I stood up, smoothed my gymslip into place, making sure the broad knife- edged box pleats were perfect and prayed my hair was neat and tidy. Then I nervously knocked on the door and, when I saw the white sign below the traffic lights blink ‘Enter’, I turned the brass doorknob and pushed the heavy door open.
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