The Salesman

A man once knocked on my door in an attempt to sell me double-glazing. I could see through the thin veneer of his too-honest sales pitch and couldn’t rid myself of the sinister feeling that he was not who he said he was. I was right; he kidnapped my dog.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s