Dave Stretton

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…]