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.
Thursday, November 25th: Day 233: James decided that the best place to start thinking about something else, was to make his planned phone calls.
James decided that the best place to start thinking about something else, was to make his planned phone calls. James threw away the trash from his breakfast, washed the grease from his hands and lay out the three cards on the table. He moved them around aligning the order he wanted to call the numbers listed based on their hours of operation.
The arrangements proved to be surprisingly easy. He decided to hold off on calling the yard for potential new project cars until the Studebaker had been dealt with. He did have two appointments though. The first was with the auto body shop and the second with the dive school.
James ran upstairs and stretched out his swim trunks and towel from the morning to dry and came back down stairs. He decided an actual shower could wait until things were settled out of the house. In the drive way, James backed the Ford out of the driveway and parked it on the street. He then went back to the house, opened the garage and backed the Studebaker on to the street, parking behind the Ford. James then climbed back in the Ford and drove it back in the garage. James closed and locked the garage and got back into the Studebaker.
The car felt good to drive and James felt almost sorry that it was time to let it go. He thought briefly about keeping it, but realized there was no place he could store it. He was no longer a person with the ability to rent unlimited storage space just to keep cars he only occasionally drove. It would be too much like what he was just before he left. A holdover from his past life.
The feeling of losing the car was a familiar one from his past life as well. Once he bought, repaired and sold his cars just as he was doing now. He always felt a pang then when he had to let them go. But he knew it was the right thing to do.
“And it is only going in for a paint job,” James told himself. “I’m not losing the car just yet.”
James pulled up in front of the auto body shop. He parked and went in. Steve, the man behind the counter, and the man Jake recommended was in blue cover alls. There were various paint and oil stains dotting the fabric. James shook his hand and introduced himself.
They discussed paint. As James was planning to sell the car, his paint requirements were pretty basic. He choose a shiny dark blue which was as close to one of the original color the Studebaker might have been painted as the auto shop carried. It would look classy and cover the scars left by the body work. If Steve was disappointed by the lack of extra design work, it didn’t show. It would be a few days before they could schedule the Studebaker in, but they were happy to let James leave the car in the lot.
James agreed and once scheduled, handed over his credit card. Transaction complete, James called a taxi. As he waited, James looked over the bulletin board, noticing that both buyers and sellers were listed on the cork board. None of the offers interested him, but he thought that listing the Studebaker might be a possibility.