Calling All Badass Women

Bernadette is on her knees, fist clenched. Determination oozing out her eyes. The target is on the ground between two breeze blocks. Traverser la cible, go through the target. Focus. She sucks in one last breath, blinks, raises her fist...Rewind to morning. Nine women around a table dangling teabags into hot water. No breeze blocks, just nine women with name-tags. Nine different women. In age, in colour, in expectations, waiting for Sophie to arrive.God, Sophie looks dainty. A kind of Victoria-S