Dave Stretton

On Sunday, they were at Heathrow, they saw Jane Goodley, she handed Sally an envelope, Dave asked why they were there. “To help smooth things along if there are any problems.” “That’s bollocks, me, smooth [more…]

“Will you wait while we get jackets,” As they went upstairs each wondered what the meeting would be about. “This had better be important, and hopefully there will be some food, I’m starving, another evening [more…]

Sitting on the bench, Dave could see over the wall and across the river, there was a little warmth in the sunshine, however the breeze blowing up the river was cooler. He sat alone, his [more…]

As they ate breakfast Dave explained what he wanted Sally to do, a porter came up to the table as they were finishing, a visitor was waiting for them in reception. Dave asked for him [more…]

Sally’s hair was still damp as they waited in the bar for Jane Goodley to arrive, Sally was smartly dressed, Dave was in jeans and a shirt, there hadn’t been time to have his suit [more…]

“Why ‘Mac the Knife’?” “I think he had a very Scottish name, his surname was ‘Mac’ something, one of the other guys must have called him that during their training and it stuck.” “You don’t [more…]

After they had eaten Sally sat down with the clean laptop, she spent an hour searching websites for details about moving abroad. She looked at government websites and downloaded applications. “Dave some of these places [more…]

In the street, Dave led Sally across the road, they sat on a bench overlooking the Thames. As they sat down, Sally started crying, Jane Goodley had closed and locked her office door, sitting behind [more…]