By Alex Townley
MAISIE wanted to be famous. She grew up in front of the mirror practising trout pouts, classic microphone stances and elegant struts.
She had no talents of any kind.
Unfortunately there’s more than one way to skin a cat, which is to say that Maisie got her fame, plastered all over every channel, and all she had to do was wait patiently for a bus.
Copy of Hello magazine in hand, updates from Love Island on the tip of her tongue waiting for an audience, and her back to the unconscious driver of the 131 as it barrelled toward her.
©Alex Townley 2016