Chapter One. Part Six.

The End… (Part 1 of 2)

Concerning Matthew James Fletcher…

Matthew James Fletcher, not really caring about anything or anyone, had his own ways of doing things. People either loved him or hated him for it. It is what it is. He simply didn’t care. There were far more important things for Fletcher to consider.

Fletcher, having moved in with Ronald Paul George at his Wellington residence, had pretty much everything he wanted and he was certainly getting all the sex he could possibly need.

Further to having a job at the Shrewsbury Superbowl, not far from Market Street, Fletcher could be found taking courses at Telford College of Arts & Technology. The educational establishment had a gateway course to university. It was brilliant. The course only spanned a single academic year.

Not far from the college, noting Fletcher’s desires, you will not be surprised to discover there existed a cottage. Fletcher, on certain days of the week, made use of the cottage whenever he could.

Work and college sometimes conflicted. Fletcher was often required to leave class early so he could make it to work on time. Shrewsbury Superbowl, not exactly next door, was more than half an hour drive from the college and Fletcher didn’t know how to drive.