Miss Moonshine's Emporium of Happy Endings by Mary Jayne Baker

Author:Mary Jayne Baker [Fairfax, Helena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Authors on the Edge
Published: 2018-05-17T16:00:00+00:00

The End

Author Bio As a child, Helen Pollard had a vivid imagination fuelled by her love of reading, so she started to create her own stories in a notebook. She still prefers fictional worlds to real life, believes characterisation is the key to a successful book, and enjoys infusing her writing with humour and heart. Find out more about Helen

Miss Moonshine Says, ‘Go!’

by

Angela Wren

Saturday

In the early morning sunshine, Charlotte’s gleaming black bodywork shone. There was just something about a rally day and the sight of the 1936 4-4 two-seater Morgan that made Maddie’s heart beat faster. Strictly speaking, the Morgan was her dad’s car, but she had worked on it alongside her father since she was a teenager. Now, at the age of 28, Maddie was co-owner with her dad of a repair and bodyshop that specialised in work on old vehicles. Business was good, and that same business enabled Maddie and her dad to take advantage of tours and rallies like The North Yorkshire Oldies’ Tour of the Dales. At least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Maddie broke into a steady trot, her eyes focused on the car in its designated spot in the paddock. To everyone else in Haven Bridge, the paddock was just the station car park – used every working day of the week by commuters.

I hope Raych makes it on time, Maddie thought, as she drew level with the car. As always, she circled it, patted the bonnet and let a self-satisfied grin spread across her face.

‘Well, old girl, it might be just you and me today, if Raych doesn’t get here.’

A tall, athletic man in overalls and a padded jacket strode from the officials’ table across to one of the cars a few spaces away.

Maddie moved swiftly around her open-top car, releasing the fastenings on the cover that protected the interior. Once folded, she laid the cover on the passenger seat, before reaching behind for the two small ramps that would enable her to get under the vehicle to check the suspension and brakes. She placed the ramps in front of the wheels and drove the car slowly into position. Then she pulled her arms out of her dad’s black, full-length driving coat and left it on her seat. Another reminder that her father couldn’t be there.

With the car up on its portable ramps, Maddie quickly located the spanner she needed for the checks on the brakes and suspension. She glanced across the paddock. The man in the overalls was now standing beside a car she also recognised, talking to someone else. Yup, that’s him, she thought. She lowered herself onto her trolley and pushed herself under the car to begin her usual work.

About ten minutes later, with just a couple of checks left, she became aware of a presence.

‘Hello, Mr Townsend. It is Mr Martin Townsend, isn’t it?’

Maddie thought she recognised the voice. Her concentration was interrupted and her irritation level rapidly began to rise. Her feet, clad in her favourite and most comfortable pumps, were sticking out from under the car.

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