Fiction Friday…The Old Car


Have I mentioned how much I am enamored with my iphone. I wake in the morning, drink a cup of coffee and check to see what is going on in, say, China! Well it turns out, China was reading during the night. Sex in the RV Park got my son’s attention…he lives in China. Poor dear was traumatized by the mention of “that word”, wanted to hide in a closet and was probably going to have to take meds! He’s 44!!!! I dissolved into laughter, again, just like I did when I read the blog that talked about the subject. He is so traumatized already that this may well push him over the edge. After all he does have me as his mother!!! :))))

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for September, 26 2008:

An Old Car

Write about an old car.

How To Play:
1. Check this page for the new challenge.
2. Write for at least 5 minutes.
3. NO EDITING
4. On Friday, post it to your blog.
5. Come back to Write Anything and leave the link to your post.
6. Visit other’s posts and leave constructive comments.

I have decided to stay with writing the unedited story and then editing it separately.

Chapter XII (rough draft…edited version below)

The old car had become a symbol of their life. It was purchased during the time when he was in control. Black, square, noisy. In the eyes of all that saw it, it was a thing of beauty.
Chrome was used sparingly but the windshield that protected them from the dust and dirt gave a glink of sparkle when they saw it coming down the road.

It was used for the trip back and forth to work and had taken Anna and the girls home more times than they wanted to admit. Oona never did replace the curtains on Anna’s room…staying was not an option.


But when Anna was a almost thirteen and Buzzard was smitten with her, she used the car as a hook. Even though she had never really driven it, the boys would gather to admire her dad’s car in front of the house. Donny even came on the train on time to get a look at it. He stayed for the day and caught the milk train home that evening.

The new wore off as others made the change from horse drawn to gas powered. Mr. Eriksson opened the corner gas station/dry goods store sometime during that period and Oona took over the books without asking. The job at the mine was beginning to be uncertain as other’s wanted a peek at the accounting. Mr. Eriksoon had a good sense of when to leave a position. He had done this before.

The only difference now was Anna. He had left town in other places but with Anna and May in his life, he could not do that. Oona saw her opportunity. She knew he needed his good name to be in business.

So the car now had a sign on the side…Eriksson’s Gas Station and Dry Goods…and it was parked in front of the garage. Eventually cars from other places traveled through and the houses of prostitution shut down and the 7 saloon that lined main street shrunk to only two. Both had card rooms and one had a pool hall.

A movie theater sat across the street from the station and the drug store down the street. One of the ‘aunties’ that came to town married a druggist and they went into business. She too managed the books and collected money from those unwilling to pay. She was very very good at that sort of thing.

So when Anna went to the movies on Saturday afternoon, the boys gathered around. Her father watched as she walked down the street hand in hand with a girl friend followed by boys smoking and shoving each other into the street for fun. A pack of SinSins would be purchased as the pool hall. No one even looked up from their drinks or a game of pool. Card players in the back kept their eyes on their cards and smoke curled from ashtrays on the tables.

Oona never knew about this. Saturday was her sewing circle day. Mr. Eriksson did not approve but could not say a word. He was caught between a strong willed daughter and a wife that knew to much.

EDITED VERSION:

The old car had become a symbol of their life. It was purchased during the time when he was in control. Black, square, noisy. In the eyes of all that saw it, it was a thing of beauty. Chrome was used sparingly but the windshield that protected them from the dust and dirt gave a glink of sparkle when they saw it coming down the road. It was used for the trips back and forth to work and had taken Anna and the girls home more times than they wanted to admit.

But when Anna was almost thirteen and Buzzard had a crush on her, she used the car. It was very old by then but still attracted the boys. Even though she had never really driven it she did pretend to keep it clean. The boys would gather to admire her dad’s car in front of the house. Some had one of their own but Anna didn’t come with it. They wanted Mr. Ericksson’s. In later years Donny came on the train to get a look at it. He tried to talk Mr. Eriksson into selling it to him. He stayed for the day and caught the milk train home that evening. Not even all his sheep shearing money could convince Mr. Eriksson to sell. The ride home on the milk train was a long and dreary journey. Donny went home with an understanding that, if Mr. Eriksson had his way, Donny would never have the car or Anna. Oona did not come outside but watched through the front window.

The new wore off as the car grew older and older. Others made the change from horse drawn to gas powered. Mr. Eriksson opened the corner gas station/dry goods store sometime during that period and Oona took over the books without asking.

The job at the mine was beginning to be uncertain as others wanted a look at the accounting. Mr. Eriksoon had a good sense of when to leave a position. He had done this before. The only difference now was Anna. He had left towns in other places for the same reason but with Anna and May in his life, he could not do that. Oona saw her opportunity. She knew he needed his good name to be in business. So the car now had a sign on the side…Eriksson’s Gas Station and Dry Goods…and it was parked in front of the garage.

Eventually cars from other places traveled through, the houses of prostitution shut down as the ‘aunties’ went into other businesses and the 7 saloons that lined main street shrunk to only three. Two had card rooms and one had a pool hall and the last was a lounge of sorts. The Clown Lodge (as Oona called it) was in the next block and men swarmed in on Saturdays night between polkas. The woman remained sober and lined the dance floor as small children ran in and out the front door. Being in the bar business was a real “money maker” they liked to say on main street.

A movie theater sat across the street from the station and the drug store was down the street. One of the ‘aunties’ that came to town married a druggist and they went into business. She too managed the books and collected money from those unwilling to pay. She was very very good at that sort of thing.

So when Anna went to the movies on Saturday afternoon, the boys gathered around. She was only 12 years old. Her father watched as she walked down the street hand in hand with a girl friend followed by boys smoking and shoving each other into the street for fun. A pack of SinSins would be purchased as the pool hall. No one even looked up from their drinks or a game of pool. Card players in the back kept their eyes on their cards and smoke curled from ashtrays on the tables.

Oona never knew about this. Saturday was her sewing circle day. Mr. Eriksson did not approve but could not say a word. He was caught between a strong willed daughter and a wife that knew to much.

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