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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