The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 228

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 228: James backed out of the parking spot and turned back onto the road heading towards town.

James backed out of the parking spot and turned back onto the road heading towards town. He felt his stomach rumble as he drove and he decided to stop at a drive through from a breakfast sandwich before he went home and tried his luck with the phone numbers on the business cards now stuffed into his pocket.

“I can save the left over pizza for lunch and continue my pancake making experiments tomorrow,” he decided.  At this point he was becoming quite adept at making fluffy and quite tasty pancakes.  This week he planned to try adding blueberries to the mix instead of just making plain pancakes.  The pancakes were thus far his greatest culinary achievement and he was hoping that the addition of fruit wouldn’t be his down fall.

“People add blueberries to pancakes all the time,” he told himself.  “I think.”

He tried to remember if he had ever actually had blueberry pancakes as he drove through the drive through.  By the time he ordered and received a bacon egg and cheese biscuit and a large coffee, he was certain that somewhere in his dim dark past he had eaten blueberry pancakes and that they were just like regular pancakes with blueberries added to them.  “I should be able to manage that without incident.”

Satisfied that he should be able to pull off his Sunday morning Pancake extravaganza, James tried to determine which of the numbers to call first.  “Nick will definitely be last as I can’t buy a new car before I sell the other one. And I can’t sell the other one until it is painted.  That just leaves me to figure out if I want to try for Scuba lessons before getting the car painted.”

James hadn’t reached a definitive conclusion by the time he turned down his street.  “Maybe I’ll check the hours of business on the cards to decide,” James told himself.  Since Saturday after swimming he mostly spent working on the car and he now no longer had any work left to do on the car, he more or less had the day free of plans, so making calls, whichever order he made them in, was not going to affect anything. 

“But that might,” James said to himself when he saw Tucker’s car parked in his driveway.  As he pulled in behind the agent’s car, James wondered if his messages to Cassie had been noticed.  He wondered if his James Monroe alias had been located.  He wondered exactly how much trouble he was in.  

Tucker was standing next to the fence talking to Mike.  They both seemed to be in a good mood. They smiled as they chatted.  Mikes kids ran around in the yard, one of them driving a tricycle and looking like they were trying to run over the other one.

‘Just a happy Saturday morning,’ James thought.  He turned off the engine and got out of the car.  He slung his gym bag over one arm and then picked up his coffee and the paper sack containing his breakfast.  James made certain he still had his keys clutched against the bag and closed the car door with his body.

“Morning,” he called as he walked over.

“There he is,” Tucker said.  “Did you forget?”

“Forget?” James said. 

“You forgot,” Tucker said good naturedly.  “The project you were helping me with for work?”

“Oh right,” James said realizing he needed to play along.  “I completely forgot.”

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