I was getting into a groove for fixing up cars while helping customers find what they needed. It was easy to become the one man show. Promptly at six o’clock, while there were no customers, I shut and locked the gate to the road. I finished the oil change on the old Oldsmobile Cutlass and locked up shop.
Gunning the engine, I flew down the dirt road back the way I came, taking a detour to tear up Derrick’s dirt yard around his house with donuts, skidding and drifting over the dirt. I floored it towards his pickup, wanting to smash the shit out of it and push it through his house, but I didn’t want to put a dent in my car. I cranked the wheel, hitting the breaks, and drifted to a perfect stop next to his truck. I stared at it for a minute before hitting the gas to the floor and taking off.
Once back at my place, I stripped off my greasy coverall and headed to the shower to wash away the oil and grime. I had my usual hot date, like I did almost every night and I didn’t want to go to her smelling like the shop.
I checked back on earlier posts to get a sense of the history between them. The rage came through here, and now I can see why.
ReplyDeleteThank you! And thanks for reading!
DeleteI feel like I'm right in this scene. I love the descriptions. This line is my favorite: I floored it towards his pickup, wanting to smash the shit out of it and push it through his house, but I didn’t want to put a dent in my car.
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you!
DeleteVery descriptive. Puts you in the scene.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading!
DeleteGreat descriptions again. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy your 'voice'!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks!! :)
DeleteYou've really established their relationship well in these snippets! I'm so curious as to what happens next.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Hehe just wait and see ;)
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