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FlashNano #2: The Blue Chevy

November 2, 2017

What is FlashNano: “Created by Nancy Stohlman in 2012 in solidarity with NaNoWriMoFlashNano is in its 6th year!” Click HERE to learn more. 

(Please pardon any typos or grammatical errors. My goal at this point is to just get the story down. I can worry about fine-tuning and editing later if I want. Thanks for reading!) 

Day 2 prompt: Write a story involving water 

The Blue Chevy (559 words) 

My uncle Robert gave me a car for no reason. 

Ever since his accident three years ago he’d call and ask me if I could help him with the stuff around the house he couldn’t do anymore, stuff like mowing the lawn, helpinig him paint, changing a light bulb every now and then; small stuff, you know, so I suppose in his mind he had a reason. But in truth I never minded helping him out because my uncle Bob was a cool guy. He had stories that were more interesting than my other uncle and a lot more interesting than my two aunts and he never said anything when I’d sneak a beer from the fridge. I never thought of him giving me anything, let alone a car; I just helped him because I liked him. 

It was a Saturday afternoon when he gave me the car. It wasn’t my birthday or Christmas or any special day, and when I asked him why he was just up and giving me his car he smiled and said, “Just because.” He wouldn’t say any more about it other than to tell me to take good care of her.  

The car was a sapphire blue 1959 Chevrolet Brookwood station wagon. It had some miles on it but that’s to be expected with a 14-year-old car. The tires were good, the windshield was in one piece, the wood grain dash wasn’t cracked and the vinyl seats weren’t ripped or frayed. I fell in love with it while uncle Bob was shaking my hand and putting the keys and the title in my hand. 

The car had bench seats that would seat three in the front and three in the back and then there was a fold down bench of rear seats and what made those rear seats so cool is that they were rear facing instead of forward facing. I can’t say why I liked those fold-down rear seats so much because I never drove more than four people in the car, but I did. I also liked the locking glove box. I never kept much of anything in there, but I liked the idea that I could if I wanted to and no one but me would be able to open it up. 

But all that stuff aside, what made the car really cool was that it was mine. 

Uncle Bob opened the door and ushered me inside and shut the door. I rolled the window down and uncle Bob leaned down and reminded me once more to take good care of her and then he turned and walked back up the driveway. I yelled out to thank him again and he raised his hand in the air and waved. 

The first thing I did when I got home was grab a bucket of water, a sponge, some dish soap, and some towels and I started in to washing my new car. I started on the front hood and worked my way down the sides and by the time I got to the rear quarter panels I noticed some rust peeking out from behind the dirt just above the wheel wells. I scrubbed the dirt away, but I washed softly over the rust and I was sure to dry those quarter panels especially well. I was taking good care of her.  

– End 

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