by Kate Hardy
Clara wrinkled her nose and turned to look at the slightly crumpled flyer that had been on the board for a few months. She’d seen it but never really given it much thought. It was advertising the opportunity to do a job swap elsewhere in the UK for six months.
She laughed. ‘What are the chances of another paediatric registrar wanting to job swap for six months? And the chances of the job being in a place I might actually want to go?’
Bea stood up and lifted the cups, raising her eyebrows. There was a slight glint in her eye. ‘Well, you won’t know if you don’t try,’ she replied in her mischievous manner, before giving Clara a wink and heading out of the door.
For a few minutes Clara just sat there. She’d actually vocalised how she was feeling, and everything Bea had shot back at her had been true. She wasn’t feeling great, and she couldn’t put her finger on exactly why. There wasn’t one big thing, just a whole host of little things that were bubbling under the surface and giving her a general sense of unhappiness and discontent. She hated that. It made her feel not like herself.
But she didn’t really feel entitled to be unhappy. Most of her friends would give her a list of reasons why she should be delighted with her life, and in most cases they would be right.
But the fact was, she couldn’t help how she was feeling. She slipped the first tablet out of its packaging and swallowed it. There. Baby steps. But maybe she should try something else too?
She bit her lip as she put in all the orders for the tests required for the patients on the ward. Then she opened another window on the computer and automatically typed in the website address from the flyer. She didn’t even have to look up at the poster—it seemed to have imprinted on her brain.
It only took a minute to put in her details: name, job, home address and a few clinical details. She uploaded a few photos of her house she had on her phone. She’d taken them just the other day to send to her brother in Australia. The next box was the hard part. Where was she looking for a job? She shook her head and just left it open. Fate. She’d leave it to fate.
The spinning egg timer of doom appeared on the screen in front of her. She groaned. Chances were the website had just died, or the search was too wide and the system couldn’t cope. Any time the whirling egg timer appeared on a computer screen in front of her, it generally meant bad news.
She pushed her chair back, ready to go back out onto the ward, as the screen blinked and then changed.
Her mouth fell open. There was a match. One.
She leaned forward and read everything on the screen. London. In the Royal Hampstead Free Hospital. No way. That place had just as good a reputation as St Christopher’s. Why would anyone want to job swap from there?
Her heart gave a flutter. Fate. She’d left it to fate. And fate had answered. One job opportunity in a place with a fabulous reputation. Pictures of a flat that looked very swanky. This was just too good to be true.
There was a big button on the screen, inviting her to find out more. For the first time in a long time her heart gave a little leap.
She hesitated for only the briefest of seconds before reaching out and clicking on it.
London. Get ready for Clara Connolly.
Copyright © 2020 by Scarlet Wilson
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