Short story winner MISSING PIECE
She studied her reflection in the driving mirror. She looked immaculate but she rearranged the set of her fringe anyway. All the Botox was fiendishly expensive but it was worth it. No-one would ever take her for the 40-year-old mother-of-three that she was. She smiled to herself – not even the man to whom she had once been married would recognise her now.
Grimly she remembered how Simon would berate her for letting herself go. He never realised just how demanding small children could be. She simply didn’t have the
