Prefatory note: The following is part 2 in the latest series of Sheriff Roy stories. For Part 1, please see “A Car Story.”—CLS They/Them
Sheriff Roy dialed a number for Kollision King in Dismal Seepage, Arkansas. It was a phone tree, which the Sheriff despised greatly. After punching a few numbers in and listening to a couple of menus, a woman with a slightly nasal tone to her voice reminiscent of Fran Drescher* answered.
“Kollision King, where your Car reigns supreme. How can I help you?”
“I’m calling about getting my wife’s hood latch fixed.”
“Okay, we can help with that. What’s your name, sir?” Continue reading
