This is the fifth part of a fiction serial, in 680 words.
It was nice to have a lie-in and then casually wander up to the corner where I worked. Mason and Walker sounded like a good name for an estate agent, though of course there was no real Mason, or Walker. Just another gimmick of the huge property company we worked for, along with the stylish dove grey paint work, set off by the pale yellow pinstriping. Although I was on time, I was the last one in that morning.
It was often mentioned that I lived the nearest, but was the always the last member of staff to appear.
John the manager was at his larger desk at the back, and grinned as I walked in. “What did you do to upset Her Highness, The Lady Janice? She rang first thing to tell me she doesn’t want you back at Dockside View once sales start again”. I shrugged and told John that she probably fancied me, and wanted to resist the temptation. Junior was already on the phone hustling. Standing up as normal, which he claimed energised him. His pink shirt and lime-green tie combination looked like a kid’s sweet.
I doubt the bosses would have been so keen on his new braided hair look, if he hadn’t been the top salesman at Basildon branch.
Kelly asked if I wanted coffee, and I nodded. Then I forced myself not to look up her skirt as she leaned over to get the mugs out of the cupboard. She was only eighteen, and I was far too old for her. So I had to keep telling myself. Behind me at the window desk, Penny was jingling the keys to the company Mini. “John, okay if I take the car? I have an early valuation in Wickford”. John nodded, adding “Come straight back though. Darren will need the car for a job later”.
I didn’t much care for driving around in that grey and yellow mini, with the company name and number plastered all over it. But it was a better option than using my own car and having to pay extra for business insurance. At least it was only six months old, and had a great satnav in it too. I liked to get out in the country lanes and give it some stick around the bends. When Kelly brought my coffee over, I thanked her and fixed my gaze on her face. Anything rather than be distracted by how low-cut the front of her top was.
When she got out of the admin side and into sales, she was going to sell a lot of property, no doubt.
John dropped a folder on my desk. I could tell by the buff colour it was another commercial. I only got the crap jobs. “Mr Coughlan, midday. The address is in there, a vacant lot with no residential planning. He reckons it might be ideal for used cars. He wants it priced for rental, or selling complete. As usual, he will do a good deal for cash”. I flicked through the folder, and pulled a face at the photo of the lot. On the corner of a busy main road, what looked like a half-sized field of mud surrounded by a mostly collapsed wire-mesh fence.
Coughlan was a nasty bit of work, who used our company all the time. He was a so-called Traveller. Or in my words a Pikey, an Irish tinker. He did all sorts of wheeling and dealing, just barely the right side of the law, and the wrong side too. I had no time for Pikeys. They didn’t pay tax, cheated old people with dodgy roofing jobs or tarmac drives that never got finished, and many of them were notorious fly-tippers, shitting up the few nice areas of countryside we had left. That was his main business, disguised as waste removal contracting. But as far as the company was concerned, he was a good customer.
When I checked the address where I had to meet him, I spat a mouthful of coffee all over the paperwork.
317, London Road.
He’s an interesting character for sure, his honesty is appealing, he’s vulnerable in some ways as he attempts to muddle through life? I can’t figure out the connection to 317? C
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You are not supposed to figure out the connection. There are no clues so far, so don’t worry. More will be revealed soon. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another 317, and with a shady character. This will be very interesting! Well done, Pete.
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Those 317s are piling in, Jennie! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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They are! Best to you, Pete.
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Too many to be a coincidence now the plot thickens, Pete…:) x
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Yes indeed. far too many. I have a feeling it is no coincidence at all, Carol. π
Best wishes, Pete. x
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(1) Bad citation: “The animal trainer said that it was nice to have a lion and then casually wander up to the big top where he worked.”
(2) Between Cordell Walker out on the range, and Perry Mason in the courtroom, justice will be served!
(3) Whenever Junior wore his pink shirt and lime-green tie in front of the dove grey paint work, set off by pale yellow pinstriping, Darren saw red. #ColorBlindCure
(4) Darren finally unlocked the mystery as to the relationship between Kelly and Penny. Kelly wore a mini skirt, and Penny jingled the keys to the mini.
(5) Kelly’s top was so low-cut that Darren could see her navel. It looked like a navy bean.
(6) Are Tinker Toys made in Ireland? My friend, Pikey, wants to know.
(7) The girls over at the Chicken Ranch are notorious fly-zippers who get tips.
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Nice one with the Chicken Ranch, David! π
(I thought Junior’s shirt and tie might tempt you…)
Best wishes, Pete.
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This one is certainly a page turner.
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Glad to hear you think so, Eddy.
Cheers, Pete.
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I don’t dislike Darren, but I wonder if he has any redeeming values as a salesperson. So far, he seems like a guy lucky to have a job still.
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He is certainly muddling through, Pete. Lack of ambition, undoubtedly.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor Darren. It seems that he is caught in some kind of parallel universe, or something like that, in which 317 is significant. Perhaps it’s code for how long before the earth goes poof? Three years and 17 days. Or maybe that’s the remainder of his life span?…Interesting. Compelling. I’ll be back for more.
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Thanks, Pam. The connection is explained, eventually. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I don’t mind Darren since he seems completely believable which is what matters to me. I have known a few Darren’s in my life. Funny that such a slacker has disgust for other slackers, but that is also believable.
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Like you, I have met my share of Darrens. Sometimes, unsympathetic characters are more realistic indeed. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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“to get the mugs out of the cupboard” Lol You have a very descriptive writing, Pete! π
This spontaneously reminds me of a statement made by a previous bishop, my diocese. In a similar relation it read: It is forbidden to touch the figures with your paws! Michael
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Thanks, Michael. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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But of course Pete!
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Lots more ‘coincidences’ to come, John. Or are they?
Best wishes, Pete.
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Enjoying this ride Pete!
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One has to wonder what a traveler wants with land? Or do they no longer travel? Warmest regards, Theo
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No, they live in caravans or static homes, and abuse the system. There was part of me in Darren’s thinking. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Interesting, static homes? Is this arrangement similar to what we call RV Parks? Warmest regards, Theo
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Not really, they are council-run. Like this.
https://www.york.gov.uk/TravellerSites
Like Darren, I have no time for the parasites.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Interesting. Thanks for the link. Warmest regards, Theo
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It seems you have parasites at the top and bottom. Warmest regards, Theo
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Why do I think this serial is going to come to a head on 3/17/2021
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That’s a good idea, Don. But we do dates differently over here. The 17th of March is 17/03/2021.
Best wishes, Pete. π
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Something or someone is sending Darren a message. What did he do that involves those numbers? Iβm only asking because I really donβt like him!π
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I’m afraid you are going to have to wait a while yet, Kim. This is not a very long serial though.
Nobody likes Darren much, it seems. π That doesn’t matter though, because I don’t always have any ‘sympathetic characters’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Flawed characters are always the most interesting!
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Can’t really work out where this is going yet…
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I suppose I should be pleased about that, Stevie. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I can’t remember the name of the estate agents who drove around the south east in a mini, but I do remember they gave me a model car which I gave to my then toddler grandson.
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Quite a few around here use painted-up Minis. Maybe they get a deal from BMW? π
There is a big specialist Mini dealership on the A47 near Norwich.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I don’t like Darren very much.
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I don’t think anyone does, Mary. But you know me, having ‘sympathetic characters’ has never bothered me. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Och, we’re all usually pretty happy when they get their comeuppance π
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Not much to say until we find out more.
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Might be a long wait. π
(This is one of my shorter serials though.)
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have learned to be patient!
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Yeah even I can’t connect it hope he does soon
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It is very hard to connect, believe me. It will take some time before any connection becomes apparent.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Spooky I believe the universe is trying to tell him something, he should try to connect all the events associated with 317 there might be a clue
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That is his plan, but he cannot think of any connection so far.
That might be revealed later of course. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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