Wednesday, 6 June 2018

The Longest Drive Home

Alan Cadman

 

Water


As Ray approached the water cooler, he heard two colleagues chatting. ‘Have you seen Ray? I need his help.’
            ‘No. He might be sorting out a few problems elsewhere. You’ll find him soon. He always works late on Fridays.’
            ‘Good old Ray.’
            Ray cringed. He’d had enough of being known as “good old Ray”. He waited for them to leave and phoned his wife. ‘Jean, I’ll be—’
            ‘You’ll be working three hours over tonight instead of the usual two?’
            ‘No I won’t. I’ll be home in less than thirty minutes.’ He heard muffled voices and the front door closing.

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