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 227: Eventually he reached the mechanics.
Eventually he reached the mechanics. James pulled into the small parking area at the front of the building, the nose of his care facing the brick wall of its side. The garage doors were closed over they bays but James could see a light on inside the building and the sign was turned to open. As he only visited once before, James didn’t really know the business schedule.
‘Still the office is open and that is where I would find information. James got out of his Ford, locked the doors behind him and went into the office. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hit him as he walked in. It overlay the scent of motor oil and mechanical parts for the moment. He knew as the morning wore on those scents would overpower the coffee, but for now, the coffee was dominant.
At the sound of the ding of the door opening, Jake looked up from the counter. He looked very much like James had seen him the last time he was there, although this time he had a cup of the freshly brewed coffee in his hand rather than a book.
Jake looked up at James arrival, tilted in his seat to look through the glass doors. “Something wrong with the Studebaker?” he asked, proving he remembered James.
“No, I just needed a car to get to and from work while I worked on it,” James told him.
Jake nodded. “Always makes things run smoother. You looking for parts?”
“Information actually,” James said. “Engines running smooth and I repaired the patches to the body, but I need paint. I don’t have the equipment for that.”
Jake nodded. He turned and looked at the shelf fixed to the wall behind him. On top of the shelf were stacks of business cards. He picked a stack, took the card off the top and handed it to James.
“Steve does good work. He can do basic or a true custom job. Between him and his crew they can do just about any paint you want.”
James nodded. “Thanks I’ll probably go pretty basic since I’ll need to sell it before I can get another one to work on. And then I’ll need to find another car to work on.”
Jake smiled. “The never ending circle of life.” He turned back to the shelf and pulled another two cards. “This is a good place to list it if you are looking. Of course Steve might know someone when you take it in. Always good to ask him. If it is a new project you are looking for, Nick is the one to call. He runs a wrecking service but always buts some cars to the side that he can’t bear to crush for scrap.”
“Thanks,” James said. That really helps me out a lot.
Jake shrugged. “Always happy to help.” James picked up an air freshener for the Ford and left Jake to his coffee. The air freshener went on the rearview mirror and the business cards went into his pocket. James backed out of the parking spot and turned back onto the road heading towards town.