Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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Going My Way?

"I'm sorry sir, but this is the last car and this gentleman has already rented it," said the agent.

"But I had a reservation ... to Danvers. My secretary booked it yesterday," complained the man at the counter.

"Unfortunately sir, that car was involved in a traffic accident. Head office is sending a replacement car first thing tomorrow morning."

"Well that's not good enough. You can't be telling me that you don't have any other cars to rent. What kind of operation is this?"

"It's a small airport, sir, and it's the busy season. You might try asking the other gentleman to share a ride."

"The 'gentleman' in the cowboy hat? You're kidding?"

"I'm going through Danvers. Heard you say that's where you're headed," said the other man as he shouldered his way through the glass door, luggage in each hand and an unlit cigarette between his lips.

"You're sure there's no other car on the lot?" asked the man turning to the agent.

"Nothing. He's your best bet until tomorrow."

"Damn it! I can't wait til then. I've gotta be there tomorrow," said the first man. "Hey there. I don't smoke," he shouted, turning to the second man who was paused in the doorway.

"No problem. Trying to quit anyway."