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The First Car
My Joy and Pride
by Ulla
What do I remember most about my first car?
That it was stolen!
It was a beautiful day in May, and one of the proudest moments in my young life. I had saved and saved, and then at the tender age of twenty three I finally drove out of the dealer's court yard in my new pride.
What was the model you may ask.
A humble Fiat, mustard yellow in colour, not one of my favourites, but the only one that I could afford.
I couldn't wait to show it off to my friends and family. I made the rounds, and they all made the right noises. Everybody was duly impressed, and shared in my joy.
A couple of weeks of this happy marriage, and I had to visit my dentist. A wisdom tooth was playing up and had to be removed. I drove into the city centre, and soon found a free space to park. I locked the car, and went to my dreaded appointment. I hated dentists then, as I do now.
Tooth removed, and a head the size of a football, or so it felt, I made my way to where I had parked my car a couple of hours earlier. I looked around, but no, it was not there. Thinking that I had lost more than my tooth, I searched yet again. But no, it was nowhere to be seen!
By then I was in tears, and with heavy steps I headed towards the nearest phone booth to call the police, and soon they were there. But to no avail.
I never saw the car again.
Your First Car writing prompt entry
What do I remember most about my first car?
That it was stolen!
It was a beautiful day in May, and one of the proudest moments in my young life. I had saved and saved, and then at the tender age of twenty three I finally drove out of the dealer's court yard in my new pride.
What was the model you may ask.
A humble Fiat, mustard yellow in colour, not one of my favourites, but the only one that I could afford.
I couldn't wait to show it off to my friends and family. I made the rounds, and they all made the right noises. Everybody was duly impressed, and shared in my joy.
A couple of weeks of this happy marriage, and I had to visit my dentist. A wisdom tooth was playing up and had to be removed. I drove into the city centre, and soon found a free space to park. I locked the car, and went to my dreaded appointment. I hated dentists then, as I do now.
Tooth removed, and a head the size of a football, or so it felt, I made my way to where I had parked my car a couple of hours earlier. I looked around, but no, it was not there. Thinking that I had lost more than my tooth, I searched yet again. But no, it was nowhere to be seen!
By then I was in tears, and with heavy steps I headed towards the nearest phone booth to call the police, and soon they were there. But to no avail.
I never saw the car again.
That it was stolen!
It was a beautiful day in May, and one of the proudest moments in my young life. I had saved and saved, and then at the tender age of twenty three I finally drove out of the dealer's court yard in my new pride.
What was the model you may ask.
A humble Fiat, mustard yellow in colour, not one of my favourites, but the only one that I could afford.
I couldn't wait to show it off to my friends and family. I made the rounds, and they all made the right noises. Everybody was duly impressed, and shared in my joy.
A couple of weeks of this happy marriage, and I had to visit my dentist. A wisdom tooth was playing up and had to be removed. I drove into the city centre, and soon found a free space to park. I locked the car, and went to my dreaded appointment. I hated dentists then, as I do now.
Tooth removed, and a head the size of a football, or so it felt, I made my way to where I had parked my car a couple of hours earlier. I looked around, but no, it was not there. Thinking that I had lost more than my tooth, I searched yet again. But no, it was nowhere to be seen!
By then I was in tears, and with heavy steps I headed towards the nearest phone booth to call the police, and soon they were there. But to no avail.
I never saw the car again.
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Writing Prompt Remember your first car? Tell us about it. Be reasonably honest. Three hundred word max. |
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299 words.
This is forty years ago. No mobiles then. I later learned that gangs from the then Eastern Europe stole cars and took any spare parts, engines and so forth that they could sell on.
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and 2 member cents. This is forty years ago. No mobiles then. I later learned that gangs from the then Eastern Europe stole cars and took any spare parts, engines and so forth that they could sell on.
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