Perseverance. Diligence. Irene gave fate’s hand thanks paid out with dividends. Tracking Alan might have proven impossible if not for his stupid catchphrase. Everything with this fella was ‘easy peasy’ or ‘hunky dory’. She never thought to find him under a red neon sign. Irene stood under the flashing scarlet letters of Easy-Peasy Motors.
Always messing with junkers was Alan, her assumption he’d gone on to become a mechanic somewhat accurate. Rumours of his moving south and selling secondhand cars had come to fruition. Maybe not entrepreneurial, but the vehicles on the lot were decent and higher priced than expected. Continue reading “Sixes by Sharon Kernow”