The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 234

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.

Friday, November 26th: Day 234: None of the offers interested him, but he thought that listing the Studebaker might be a possibility.

None of the offers interested him, but he thought that listing the Studebaker might be a possibility. ‘When the time comes,’ he thought, not wanting to rush the moment, even if he knew it was inevitable.

The taxi appeared and James had it drop him back off at his house.  When he arrived at home, he checked his watch, realized it was nearly time to meet the dive instructor and took the Ford back out of the garage.  After securing the garage again, James left, driving across town to meet the dive instructor that Gary recommended.

The dive school was located across town and in a part of the city he hadn’t yet investigated.  It had the slightly worn look to the area as though each of the buildings was now housing a shop other than what it was originally designed to hold.  Like an older neighborhood that passed to a new generation.  In a store front clearly selling coffee, there were signs marking it as once having been a jeweler.  In another shop that had a barber’s pole still attached to the side of the building was a tanning salon. 

The dive shop next door had a ghosted bakery sign in faded paint on one of the brick walls.  James found a parking spot half a block from the dive shop, having circled the block twice to find it.  He parked, got out and locked the Ford before walking down the sidewalk towards his destination.

Despite the changeover, the street seemed to be thriving.  There were people hanging out in the coffee shop, the department turned yoga studio seemed to be full from what he could see as he passed the large glass storefront.

James found it an oddly comfortable district.  Like him, it was trying something new with its life.  The thought put a smile on his face as he entered the dive shop.  The scent of the place reminded him a bit of the aquariums at the pet shops he visited as a kid.  It was part sea water, part chemically filtered fresh water, part fish and part something else.  He was never able to determine what the scent was, but it was always at the shops when he was a kid and it was here now. 

As James looked around, he was unsurprised to find that in addition to diving gear, the store actually sold fish.  There were all manner of tanks with a variety of fish.  He always wanted to get fish as a child but his mother didn’t consider them proper pets.  Dogs were proper pets in his mother’s world. So they had a series of golden retrievers. Never a fish tank.

‘I suppose they can’t just survive on people wanting to learn to dive,’ James thought.  There were a couple of people ahead of him in line.  A couple held bags of fish while others seemed to have the accoutrements needed for keeping fish at him. As the line moved steadily forward.  While he liked fish and wouldn’t mind owning a tank, it was the pirate themed scenes he could set up underwater that caused him to want the aquarium in the first place. 

James wondered if his mother didn’t want the fish simply because she didn’t like fish or because she was trying to squash his more pirate-like tendencies. 

‘There is no telling now,’ he thought losing his smile at the memory.

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