And now… your Six Sentence Sunday fix. You’re welcome.
“How much?”
“Forty kronars.”
Angelina Columbia resisted the urge to scowl. Forty kronars was an insult and the short, stubby merchant with the gun barrels for arms knew it. As she considered her next offer, a stiff breeze blew, carrying with it the scents of the bazaar. Heady scents of strangely roasted meats, odd spices, foreign, alien and other unwashed bodies in too close proximity.
–Angel and the Deadman, © Michelle Miles, 2012
I have hugs, cookies and copious amounts of alcohol to ease your pain. I suggest you indulge of all three. Holy crap, I hope things smooth out and damn fast!! If you write a letter and send it to the warranty company, be sure to cc the AG AND note the cc enclosure on the letter. You’d be amazed by how many results THAT will get you.