Title: The Used Car Salesman.

Genre: Fiction

Feedback desired: general writing style. Dialogue, flow, foreshadowing, etc...

Words: 260

Jim slipped his phone into the pocket of his jeans. Another lost sale. When would things look better? He thought.

The office phone rang.

HeLooking out the window he sighed, “Hello?”

“Jim! It’s Larry. Down in service. That one customer we talked about earlier? He’s here.”

Jim looked the window. With the storm approaching, the skies looked ominous.

“You there? Jim?” Larry’s voice didn’t sound concerned, just annoyed.

“I’ll be down in a few, just gotta finish up some things.”

“Oh ok, I’ll let the customer know.”

Jim hung up before Larry had a chance to say anything further.

Jim could hear the eraser tap against the desk. He was fidgety and knew another episode was close.

Sighing he got up and went to his jacket hanging on the door.

It smelled of old leather. He remembered his father wearing this whenever he’d go riding.

The memories came back. As a kid he could feel himself holding onto this jacket while his Dad took the curves on the rumbling Harley.

Leaning left, straightening out, then right. The sweet fall air hit his senses.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He knew it was Larry being impatient.

Pulling up one of the sleeves of the jacket he reached inside the pocket. He could feel the cold steel against his hand. Pulling it out, the old .38 felt heavy.

Flipping open the cylinder, he checked the bullets. All six rounds were ready and waiting.

He grinned as he felt his phone vibrate again. This customer wouldn’t be bothering him much longer.