I’ve been making attempts to get back into story writing. This is what I’ve done so far for my second story.
Wondering Nerve
“Howdy, sir! What will you need?”
A grimy human mechanic wearing a dark blue uniform with a twangy accent asked Sondo after the therap rolled his car window down. AC/DC’s music played on the boom box somewhere in the garage and clashed with the new Oribital music on Sondo’s car stereo before he turned off the vehicle.
“Just a standard oil change. Nothing special.”
“Yes, sir. Just give me your keys and go wait inside. It’ll be done before you know it!”
Sondo had forgotten to get his car’s oil changed for a month now. This was a bad habit of his. He was just glad he was free this day. He handed the mechanic his keys, his nostrils taking in the smells of oil and gas, and stepped into the foyer. The linoleum floor was stained with various smears and the chairs lined against the wall had dents in their plastic but this was to be expected of an oil change garage. He still pulled his tail to his body since it was like another hand to him and he didn’t like it getting germs he didn’t want on it. Another customer, a female feline line therap, sat with her children on the chairs near the door leading out to the parking lot. The older child was probably about three or four and she gave Sondo that blank kid look before looking away. She probably had the stranger danger outlook instilled in her by her mother. Her little brother, who was a toddler, on the other hand, looked at Sondo with curiosity. Pacifier in mouth, starchy little clothes, eyes full of wonder, and little fuzzy tail. He ambled towards Sondo and stopped by his right knee. His little paw-like hand balled into a fist and he bopped Sondo’s leg. His mother got up to get him, apologizing to Sondo but he chuckled to let her know he didn’t mind. The boy went over to the counter and got his hands on a magazine then turned to Sondo. “Muh!!! Muh!!!” The holophrases were funny. He wanted to give the magazine to Sondo and toddled back to him, crumpling the pages as he did so. Sondo calmly opened his hand and let the little fellow push the crinkly papers into it. He noticed the text line “Mr. Lucky is on the loose!” in the foreground of the cover. Suddenly, he felt two little arms wrap around his leg in a hug. The cute little monster squeezed as tight as he could and pushed his face into the adult therap’s knee. Tiny claws poked out of his fingers but they were too short to poke into the fabric of Sondo’s pant leg. His mother came back and scraped him off while reprising her apology.
Wondering Nerve
“Howdy, sir! What will you need?”
A grimy human mechanic wearing a dark blue uniform with a twangy accent asked Sondo after the therap rolled his car window down. AC/DC’s music played on the boom box somewhere in the garage and clashed with the new Oribital music on Sondo’s car stereo before he turned off the vehicle.
“Just a standard oil change. Nothing special.”
“Yes, sir. Just give me your keys and go wait inside. It’ll be done before you know it!”
Sondo had forgotten to get his car’s oil changed for a month now. This was a bad habit of his. He was just glad he was free this day. He handed the mechanic his keys, his nostrils taking in the smells of oil and gas, and stepped into the foyer. The linoleum floor was stained with various smears and the chairs lined against the wall had dents in their plastic but this was to be expected of an oil change garage. He still pulled his tail to his body since it was like another hand to him and he didn’t like it getting germs he didn’t want on it. Another customer, a female feline line therap, sat with her children on the chairs near the door leading out to the parking lot. The older child was probably about three or four and she gave Sondo that blank kid look before looking away. She probably had the stranger danger outlook instilled in her by her mother. Her little brother, who was a toddler, on the other hand, looked at Sondo with curiosity. Pacifier in mouth, starchy little clothes, eyes full of wonder, and little fuzzy tail. He ambled towards Sondo and stopped by his right knee. His little paw-like hand balled into a fist and he bopped Sondo’s leg. His mother got up to get him, apologizing to Sondo but he chuckled to let her know he didn’t mind. The boy went over to the counter and got his hands on a magazine then turned to Sondo. “Muh!!! Muh!!!” The holophrases were funny. He wanted to give the magazine to Sondo and toddled back to him, crumpling the pages as he did so. Sondo calmly opened his hand and let the little fellow push the crinkly papers into it. He noticed the text line “Mr. Lucky is on the loose!” in the foreground of the cover. Suddenly, he felt two little arms wrap around his leg in a hug. The cute little monster squeezed as tight as he could and pushed his face into the adult therap’s knee. Tiny claws poked out of his fingers but they were too short to poke into the fabric of Sondo’s pant leg. His mother came back and scraped him off while reprising her apology.
I’ll try to recall and salvage it from memory.
