Fiction
Those Who Play With Fire, Chapter Three
At 08.30 there was a knock at the door. Dave got up from the table in the kitchen to open the front door. “David Stretton?” “Yes.” The caller wanted ID. He was shown the drivers [more…]
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Fiction
Those Who Play With Fire, Chapter Two
The train was on time, Dave had hoped to grab a coffee at the station, but the cafe was closed, on the train there was no buffet or trolley service. At St. Pancras he headed [more…]
Fiction
Those Who Play With Fire, Chapter One
Dave Gibson had just dropped off his last fare of the day at Loughborough railway station. Sitting in his car he logged out of his Uber app, it had been a good day, his takings [more…]