NEW FICTION

He sensed a heightened tension in her voice. What did she expect? Being grilled, especially first thing in the morning, was not his thing.  He was not a morning person. 

That damn vinyl siding company again! He’d already told them to stop calling. “Vinyl siding is great if you’re a homeowner, but I live in a six-story apartment building. So, take me off your list and stop calling!” he said and disconnected. 

A minute later the phone rang again. Before he could even say hello, she was reading him the riot act. “You do that again, I’m going to take your fucking wallet and throw it in the river!” 

He was surprised she would call. He’d pretty much given up on recovering his wallet. 

“How’d you get my number?”

“Your name and address are right on your driver’s license, Einstein. Just called directory assistance. Six lousy bucks! And your credit cards are expired.” 

“Are you going to return it or what?” 

“You bet I am. For insufficient funds. I also have a proposition for you.” 

“What kind of proposition?” His labored breathing caused by a deviated septum gave her the wrong impression.

“Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Margo.”

He remembered her now. Wild brown eyes. A beauty mark under her right eye. White capris and red Nikes. The type of woman that normally wouldn’t give him the time of day.

    

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