John & Sheila's today Brian and Sally were unable to make it and as Sally is the current serial author this will now be left to December. The stories today were varied as usual Joan recounted the tale of the missing dog. Sheila of a garden and plants.Rosemary's was about a madcap tomboy. Ann's was of an allotment and pumpkins. John scared us with his tale of violence and blood. Sue had a spectre attending his funeral. Pat spoke of finding a body at Goodies in a bush - too many chips?
Joan Read the Royal Legion Remembrance.
Modestly I accepted their accolade of five votes to win this month's best story.
I assured him
I assured him of course, after all it doesn't cost money to utter a few meaningless words to a fellow human being. His wife was a push over a few smiles and extra attention she soon came on my side. My opinion is that if a person is so dumb as to believe in a promise more fool them. I left then, placing all the miniature double glazing windows I used to demonstrate how effective our windows are against draughts and burglars into my car boot. I didn't tell the two old white-haired pensioners they had two days cooling off period, it was money down and the deal was closed. £5,000 for eight windows. I laughed to myself, if pressured I would have come down to £3,000 as this last sale brought my monthly completed sales to the amount that triggered a higher percentage. Why there was such a fuss about ripping a few pensioners amused me. Obviously these two had out lived their usefulness their only function was to make use of the money they had stashed away to lubricate the economy. My economy in particular.
I've had a good run of luck this week five sales one bringing in £20,000.
I got behind the driving seat of my car, a new BMW, I liked to keep a good appearance of being successful, the suckers appreciated that. If you rolled up in a beaten Ford it made the sale even harder to achieve. I looked back at the Swinbourne's bungalow with its neat lawn and long driveway. The kind of place that would suit me perhaps when it came on the market and maybe that would not be too long going by the state of their health. I might put a bid in for it.
Having finished early with no more prospects I decided to make for home a small but quite nice flat I rented in Town. The thought of exotic Maranda my current squeeze being at home filled me with a frisson of excitement. I pressed the accelerator raising the speed past the legal limit as there was no speed traps along this stretch of the Motorway.
We had a heavy night out the day before and as her own flat was on the far side of the town she had come back with me. I hoped that she was taking the opportunity to get a meal ready. I fumbled in my pocket to bring out my cell phone to call her.
I heard it ring and ring finally it was picked up. Miranda? I asked.
A gruff voice snarled. Listen sucker if you ever take my girl back to your poncy flat again I'll break your leg. Do you hear me? I could hear crying and the sound of furniture breaking in the background. I've trashed your flat and you're lucky I haven't trashed you and with that he slammed the phone down. I was stunned and tried to ring again and as I fumbled with the key board I glanced up and there in front was a large timber lorry. Its load had come loose and seemingly streaking towards me the trunk of a heavy oak tree lined itself with my vision. I slammed on my brakes but I knew it was too late and in that second that seemed an eternity I regretted everything I'd done but it was too late.
