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Jack Sparkle
A short, funny read to give your day a lift
She expected him to be bright and shiny with a name like Jack Sparkle. He sounded like advertising for dishwasher or laundry detergent. Or maybe he could give Mr Sheen a run for his money.
She’d picked him out of the Google search for ‘local handyman hot water’ because of his name.
She’d filled out details on the form — name, address, phone etc. ‘Occasion’ seemed like a fancy term for issue or problem but she guessed everyone had to be so PC these days.
She was impressed that a specific arrival time could be nominated. None of this business of waiting at home all day for a tradie who may or may not arrive. This gentleman was willing to work in the evening, saving her from asking her new and ridiculously young boss for a day off.
She scoffed, thinking of the accountancy firm where she had worked since before that whippersnapper had even been born.
She hadn’t meant to work there forever. Or end up a spinster with five cats…
At 7pm sharp there was a rap at the door. She peered through the peephole to see a strapping young man with muscles bulging out of his too-tight clothes that were a little shabby with rips here and there.
