The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 197

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 197: He then stared at the closed door wondering what form of reprimand Tucker received.

He then stared at the closed door wondering what form of reprimand Tucker received. It was, of course inconsequential.  He doubted anyone smacked his backside with a ruler or assigned him sentences.  Whatever it was, hopefully it would keep Tucker from using other people as bait in the future. 

Not knowing how things were playing out in his former life made him feel a bit twitchy.  Questions about the memorial post, the company and the family all circled through his brain. To quiet them, James continued with his swimming and Shakespeare.

Saturday as he was leaving the pool, James looked at one of the many cork boards stationed around the club.  This one advertised a car for sale.  James stopped to skim through the details.  The car was nothing special.  It was a blue Ford Hatchback that, according to the sheet, had low mileage. James took one of the slips with the owner’s number and later that day called about the car. 

A test drive was arranged, a price was set and James had a new car to get him to and from work. James liked the fact that the Ford blended in and looked like most of the other vehicles around him.  His neighbor even had a similar model in his drive.  ‘It blends better than the Studebaker,’ James thought.

‘It also lets me work on the Studebaker.’

With the garage now in a fit shape to work in, James began making his plans.  His first was to go over every centimeter of the car and list out all of the things that he wanted to change.  “The first has to be those seats.” 

While his plain seat covers spared his eyes from the searing lightning flash that was what the previous owner decided upon, he still knew it was there.  “They need to be removed.”

In addition, the inside needed some renovation and a lot of love to make it the beauty that it once was.  The outside, still painted in primer, its patches showing, would need work as well.  “Those patches need to be fixed as well.  The holes in the body of the car were sloppily patched. James wasn’t sure if he could grind down the edges to smooth them out or if the patches themselves would need to be cut out and replaced. 

The list was more cosmetic than anything else as the car ran well.  James knew he would tinker with it a bit to smooth out some of the workings, he simply wouldn’t be able to help himself. The list was created and James Rolled the Studebaker into the garage.  He closed the door behind it and pulled the ford into it’s place in the drive.  Looking down the street, James saw that his drive now looked a lot like everyone elses.

As he looked, his neighbor pulled into his drive.  James waved.  Mike got out of the car. The kids tumbled out and with a great deal of noise went racing for the front door.

“Don’t tell me you got rid of that great car,” Mike said.

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