Xavier Barncastle could sell anything to anybody. He’d even sold Miss Simpkin a phone without an ear piece. She didn’t seem to mind. Miss Simpkin was Xavier’s best customer.
For years Xavier and his Labrador Scruples had hawked their wares throughout Saskaran County. He’d been married once. Preferred the road and the company of his dog. Miss Simpkin though was different.
He had the ring. It was time to settle down. As they approached the Simpkin house he paused. He wanted to. He needed to. She wanted him to.
Turning back towards the freeway he looked at his old friend.
“One last trip, eh Scruples?”
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.