Stuck In the Driveway

Were are going to try something different at "Writing for Fun." It is a little something that I like to call: "Fiction Friday." This will give me the opportunity to share some of my fiction with you. I hope you enjoy. 

Stuck In The Driveway

“Are you kidding me?” Stan said as looked down the driveway. “Those stinkin' kids.” There was his modest Honda Civic trapped in the driveway behind four of his son's friends' cars. Of course, none of them were back yet from their night of carousing. You'd think they would be after all it was 6:00 am.

Stan needed to be at work in 30 minutes and he would be lucky to see them before mid-morning. Typical weekend. He walked down to the last car in line hoping against hope that keys would be in it. The idea wasn't that far-fetched, who was going to steal a 1983 pale blue Plymouth Horizon? He looked in the window and could see the keys in the ignition. Stan opened the door and jumped into the car. As he landed on the vinyl seat, he gagged. The car smelled like an old gym sock that hadn't been washed since the Horizon was new. He could taste the stench in his mouth; it was gritty on his tongue.

The only way Stan was going to keep his breakfast down during this ride was to roll down the windows. With the smell of sulfur slowly deteriorating his olfactory senses, Stan didn't care that it was raining. He could change his shirt when he got to the office if he got wet on the ride. Besides, this car was long over due for a good cleaning. He just couldn't believe how Bob's son treated this car. When Stan and Bob used to ride around town in her, there was a little bit of trash – burger wrappers and empty cups. This brought the idea of a little trash to a whole new level. The car looked like Bob Jr., B.J. to everybody who knew his dad, emptied the trash from the house in the car rather than taking it out to the street every week.

Stan didn't have much choice in vehicles though. He needed to be at the office in 28 minutes now. The Chinese investors would be there at eight o'clock, and he had work to do yet. They were never late. In fact, they would more than likely to be early.

He turned the key in the ignition and was shocked when the car actually started. Old “Blue Beauty” and Stan would ride again. “You never did fail us old girl.” Stan backed the car out of the driveway and headed to the office where he had built a modest landscaping business - “Brogan’s Green Thumb.” The rain started to come in through the window as he headed down Clover Avenue. At least he was moving. Unfortunately, this would be the best part of Stan's day.


To be continued...Stuck in the Driveway Part II


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