It Was Only Right

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
About a thousand words of (hopefully) a heart warming, "It could have happened", story.

Submitted: April 07, 2016

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Submitted: April 07, 2016



An elderly man entered the front door of a craftsman style home from a wide and deep California style concrete porch.

"Hi Pop!" said a younger woman who was just picking up her purse and car keys from the dining room table.

The woman continued, "Thanks for watching him. My friend Mary called just this morning and her son arrives at the bus depot within a couple of hours; her car is in the shop. He wasn't supposed to....."

Pop cut her off and replied, "Don't you fret Missy, I got all the time in the world. Besides, Danny and I are buddies, trucking buddies, you know."

"Well, OK Pop, that Son of yours should be home soon. Maybe you could worm a free lunch out of him and get some time together for a change; I know he misses seeing you.

This new job of his doesn't give him time for much of anything anymore, but it puts food on the table."

"No worries, we will be just fine."

As Missy headed out the door, sounds of little feet echoed down the hardwood hallway.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I didn't know you was coming over!" The three year old boy said while making a running jump into the old man's arms.

"Oh wow, you are getting bigger and bigger every time I see you Danny," Grandpa exclaimed while kissing the kid on the cheek.

Danny asked excitedly, "Did you bring the truck?"

All the while Danny was asking about the truck he was trying to dig into Grandpa's coat pockets.

"Hold on now," Grandpa replied, "we got to pull her out of the garage and get her ready for another cross-country run. You got to take care of your rig, can't just take off without checking everything off the check list. Isn’t that right?"

"You are right," Danny replied, "that is the way a good trucker does it!"

With that, the two headed down the hallway and into Danny's room.

Grandpa got down on his knees in front of a child's play-table and pulled from his coat pocket a vintage 1949 toy vehicle-transport.

At the same time, as if they had rehearsed this many times, Danny ran to a nearby shelf and retrieved his favorite Hot-Wheel Cars; bringing them to the table.

Grandpa told Danny that they needed to check off the check-list: Tires: Check --- Oil: Check --- Running Lights: Check, on and on they continued with Danny getting more and more eager.

"OK, it's time to load the vehicles!" Grandpa exclaimed with a booming voice. "Mr. Load-driver, are you ready to load your vehicles."

"Yes sir Grandpa, I mean, Mr. Trucker!"

With that, Danny examined every Hot-Wheel car he had on the table for size and then carefully drove each one up the trailer's retractable loading ramps; first the bottom cars had to be loaded, then the ones that went on top.

Danny always saved his favorite vehicle for last, it fit in that perfect spot, top deck, first slot. And that favorite vehicle was a 1967 Pontiac GTO, but it was a little longer than his other cars. No matter, it was his favorite car, the best-est of the best, so it needed to be on top; you know, just because. Unfortunately, Danny did not have another vehicle short enough to fit right behind the GTO. But Hay, the GTO looked great on top and Grandpa agreed.


The Trucking Run began...

"Hi Pop," said a voice from the hallway.

"Hi Son.” What's cook-in? Was the reply from Grandpa to his only Son, Daniel.

Daniel disappeared down the hallway and a short time later he returned. He knelt down next to the table and shouted, "Hay driver, you got room on that Rig for one more, I got a vintage WW-II Jeep that needs to go to Beeville, Texas, pronto!"

Grandpa made a screeching sound as he stopped the truck and said, "Don't know Son, she's pretty full, but maybe this expert Load-driver can get that taken care of.

At that time, Daniel opened his hand and gave Danny his only remaining toy vehicle that he had left from his childhood. It was a toy WW-II Jeep that was part of the vehicles that came with the original Toy Truck and Trailer; a set Grandpa had bought for Daniel on his third birthday.

Danny carefully pulled the upper retractable loading ramp from its retracted positions and made it ready to load another vehicle. Then he drove the jeep around the table top and lined it up to the ramp. Up it went, ever so slowly, and right into that very short spot; it fit perfectly.

"Holly-molly," said Grandpa.

"A fine job and a hi-five to you," exclaimed Daniel as he gave his Son a hand slap.

Daniel and his Father used to play these same truck games many years ago; they were very close. Daniel was surprised to see that his Father had somehow kept the toy vehicle-transport.

Well, the three played there for awhile longer, until Peanut-Butter and Jelly sandwiches came up on the lunch menu; wow, what a kitchen mess Missy came home to.


A year later Grandpa passed on, an unexpected stroke caught everyone by surprise.

About an hour before Danny and the family was to leave for the funeral service, Danny whispered something in his Father's ear. His Father looked surprised and then shook his head yes while saying, "You are right, that is the right thing to do."

It was a nice service and plenty of tears to go around. After the viewing and goodbyes everyone filed outside, some were homeward bound and the rest got into cars to go to the graveside service area.

As the Funeral Director was closing the casket he noticed a bulge in the suite-coat pocket of the deceased, immediately and without thinking he tried to flatten it, but could not. So he reached inside the pocket to see what the problem was and found something inside.

Inside the coat pocket was a 1949 toy vehicle-hauler, a 1967 Pontiac GTO, and a WW-II Jeep; all held together with rubber Bands.


D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  04-06-2016

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