Da's Got A Brand New Motor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short story written for the prompt to use 'I'll be back." as a final sentence.

Submitted: April 23, 2018

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Da’s Got A Brand New Motor.

Mom was busy in the kitchen, putting together our tea and Da’s dinner, when this flashy great car pulls up outside. It’s caught the eye of everyone on the street, and there’s many a curtain twitching too. Whoever it is, they're gonna be the talk of the neighbourhood. Funny how it pulls up outside our garden path.

Go see who it is, would you, Johnny. If it’s someone selling somethin’ we ain’t int’rested.”

I wasn’t gonna wait to be told twice. I wanted to get a much better look at that motor. It was all bright an’ shiny, big and.....beautiful! I could hardly contain myself when I got a good look at the driver. It was my Da!

Wow, Da! Who’s is it? It’s....brilliant!”

Climb on in, Johnny, an’ I’ll take you for a spin.” Da looked so pleased, so happy, I didn’t dare say I should go an’ tell Mom where I was headin’. “We won’t be long?”

Nah, we’ll just go for a spin round th’ block and you’ll hear this baby roar.” Da turned the key an’ the engine sprang to life with a cross between a purr and a rumble. I watched as Da waved at everyone we passed; maybe, I thought, I’d better do th’ same.

Next time we pulled up, all the neighbours were waitin' and Mom was standin' outside on the path. There was no smile on her face though. I climbed out and ran indoors, seeking refuge in the bedroom. I could tell there was gonna be some sorta storm.

I heard the door shut and the footsteps make their way into the kitchen. No raised voices but they’d be comin’ soon enough. I put my ear to the floor, not wanting to miss a word.

How could you?” It didn’t take Mom long to get goin’. “I can hardly put food on the table and you, yer goin’ off and buying some flashy car to show off to the neighbours in.”

Now, Madge,” me Da said. “It’s not just for me, an’ I did put the old motor in for part exchange.”

That heap! I bet they knocked off a pretty penny in exchange.”

Look, Madge, it was a bargain, too good to turn down. An' I bought it on the never never so it’s just a case o’ makin’ the payments once a week.”

And when’s the first one due, Frank.”

Tonight, Madge.”

And do you have the money.”

Nope, but we won’t be here,” I could hear the confidence return to my Da’s voice. “I’m gonna take you out on the town, and we’ll have a whale of a time.”

I knew what was coming before they even called up to me. “Johnny, me and your Da, we’re goin’ to pop out for a while, okay. If anyone comes callin’ just say we’re not in, okay.”

I nodded. There weren’t no use in arguing. Still, it gave me full control over the telly so I’d not really mind. What was he gonna do to me anyhow? Nothin’!

Me and my mate Henry were always bein’ left to put off Mr Skinner, the money man. Normally he’d be a piece o’cake, but there was always the chance that he was gonna turn nasty. Just as the light began to go, I saw him, making his way along the road, stoppin’ here and stoppin’ there. And then he was at the top of the path, turning towards the door.

I mustn’t let on tha’ I’m watin’ for him. So when he knocks at the door I don’t rush to answer it but take my time. I open the door slightly and peer out.

Ah, Johnny. Is your Mom or Da home, by any chance.” At least he does not sound too angry.

No, Mr Skinner. I’m here on my own.”

He frowns, none too happily. “Did they leave anything for me? An envelope, perhaps?”

I’ll go and look, Mr Skinner,” I say, knowing full well that they have left nothin’ of the kind.

No, Mr Skinner.” I take a long enough time to be convincing but not too long; I don’t want him pushing his way inside.

He’s not happy, not happy at all. But he won’t push it, not today. I make a note in my head to be round with Henry next time. Let them deal with it.

Okay, Johnny, I’ll let you get back to your programme of game or whatever. But just tell your parents a message for me, okay.”

I nod, knowing exactly what is coming.

Just tell them that Mr Skinner called and said to tell them, ‘I’ll be back.’”


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