What comes next? Join in this group story writing challange
WE had two stories running at the same time. I ended this one yesterday (see how it all worked out) but the other is still live. And you can join in HERE. You can write as much as you like, but you can’t have another go until someone else chips in
It had been three years since anyone had knocked on Percy Walker’s door with an over-cheerful smile that made him assume they were selling Jesus. It wasn’t God being hawked today but solar panels and the opportunity to purchase a ‘5.2 kilowatt Advantage Package with estimated electricity savings of between two and $3ooo per annum’. It takes exactly seven seconds for silence to shift into awkward but the type Percy was about to offer up would be as long as a freight train and as deep as a philosophers textbook.
The young man who stood at the door holding a blue clipboard was tall – over six foot Percy estimated – with piercing blue eyes and curly hair. He wore an open neck shirt and blue denims, with two matching braided leather wrist bands completing the uber casual, ‘laugh-at-any-jokes-the-customer-says-whether-they- are-funny-or-not’ salesperson look.
After the initial greeting and inquiry as to whether he was the home owner or not – to which Percy had offered his first strategically delivered nod – Mr ‘Return on Investment’ had not stopped talking, launching straight into his best ‘this offer is for a limited time only’ spiel complete with brochure flowcharts and cost comparison diagrams.
“The energy storage subsidies that accompany this particular unit are due to finish at the end of the month after which the government feed-in tariffs are also set to change, making not only the running costs but also the installation costs substantially higher after this period,” he jabbered while showing impressively white teeth and taking care to remain likable all the while.
Skilfully, Percy had managed to dodge the salesman’s attempts to find out how much money he earnt with some no nonsense, well-aimed furrowing of the brow and narrowing of the eyes. Yet he began to sense the longer he stayed with the door open engaging in this one-sided dialogue the more his silent act stretched thinner and thinner, like a balloon blown big, until the temptation to rupture it might become too great to resist.