The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 34

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day: 34: James kept driving.

James kept driving. There were more industrial building further from the edge of town, but most of them looked abandoned or as though they were now used for storage.  He was about to turn around, figuring that he had learned enough of this direction for the moment when he spotted a sight that made his eyes light up.

There under a sign that read simply Jake’s was a small auto parts store. To the left was a building marked Garage. While it wasn’t anything special in and of itself located behind the building was a junkyard.  It stretched as far as he could see.  Smiling, James pulled into the small parking lot.  He parked in front of the building.  At the other end of the parking lot he could see a car parked and he guessed it to be the vehicle owned by whoever was currently working the inside.   James got out of the Studebaker and made his way to the front door. 

The building looked as though it was built in the sixties.  It had a long low look to it and a lot of aluminum and glass in its façade. He pushed the aluminum and glass door that matched the façade open and a lout electronic beep sounded.  The scent of stored motor oil and mechanical parts greeted him.  It was the scent he always associated with good auto parts stores.

At the counter a man about James’ age wearing an oil stained ball cap looked up from his magazine at the sound of the door ding.

“Can I help you?” he asked as James approached.

“Well, I’m new to the area and have an old car so I thought I’d stop in and see if you were a place I could go to for parts,” James said.

The man nodded.  He looked around James and through the glass doors where James’ car was parked.

“Nice,” he said. “Anything broken at the moment?”

“Nothing causing issues,” James said. “But there is always bound to be something.” He smiled and the man’s eyes crinkled with amusement.

“I’m sure soon enough there will be,” the man agreed.  “We keep vehicles to scavenge parts in the junkyard and get all sorts of people working on older cars asking for parts.  Sometimes we have it, sometimes we don’t. But we don’t mind taking the calls or calling around to ask other places if they have the parts. We do orders as well with specialty companies who make new replacement parts,” the man pulled open a small drawer in the counter and took out a card. He passed it to James.

“I’m the one who mostly does the ordering and the hunt through the yard,” he said. “Name’s Riley.”

“James,” James replied taking the card. “Thanks.  I’m sure I’ll be calling in sometime soon.  Hopefully not too soon, but soon.”

James slipped the card into his pocket and looked down one of the aisles.  As Riley picked his magazine back up, James wondered off to peruse the selections available.  Many of the items looked as though they were meant for truck drivers passing through with emergency needs.  James picked up a tire gauge figuring it might come in handy and continued down the aisle.

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