He searched the village.
Number 6
Grey Street.
No 6
Elder Street.
No. 6
Baker Street.
No no no!
Arthur was
exhausted.
Loosening his tie
rubbing the back of his
aching neck
he entered the last
No. 6 of the
day
with dread.
To his surprise
this was it.
No. 6
Fulham Fare.
He took out his
cheque book
flipped to the
6th
cheque
wrote down
$6666
for the first
6 months
rent
took 6
deep breaths.
His aching neck
eased.
He must change the lettering
Over the door
from AIP
to FLR
He shook the agents
hand
6 times and
left
with a
6th sense
that all will be well.
randomrose 
The mystery of number 6 🙂 Nicely written. Thank you dear Rosemary, I hope and wish you are fine and doing well with your creative world. Love, nia
Thank you Nia, I am well and enjoying my creativity. My thoughts are always with you and beautiful Turkey. I will never forget her beauty and kindness. Take care. Luv Rosemary