It must have been ten o’clock when Donna, Ceri, and I climbed out of the taxi at the club. On entering I was surprised to see so many people there at least forty plus. In small groups, dotted around the raised dance floor. We immediately made our way to a seating area next to the DJ booth, which had been reserved for us. A big sign saying VIP seating. Within minutes we were greeted by an older woman. Tall, slim wearing gl...

Ceri had been my closest friend for many years despite her being three years older. We had met when I was lucky enough to qualify for the regional junior swimming team. We had grown close over the years and then Ceri went off to University Manchester to study to become a nurse. Two weeks after my sixteenth birthday I met Ceri in town one Saturday afternoon, as she had come back to Liverpool to visit her mother. It was gre...