I have a book called Complete the Story and it has 150 interesting writing prompts. I recommend it to anyone who often faces writer’s block. I do one every Tuesday and Friday. This is day 33 (not Tuesday — that was a typo), and prompt #135 in the book.
Today, I am taking a break from my Magic Balloon series. I kinda got bored of it… and I’m kinda annoyed with myself for including Part Two, in which I had the parents mention something about “confiscated magic,” so now I have to somehow make that part of the plot line come to a close. Anyway, I decided to do a one-post CTS story as a break. I will finish The Magic Balloon, though. I hope.
Prompt: On my sixtieth birthday, I decided it was time to learn to drive. Face your fears, I told myself. A growth opportunity, I told myself. When I wrapped my hands around the wheel for the first time since…
On my sixtieth birthday, I decided it was time to learn to drive. Face your fears, I told myself. A growth opportunity, I told myself. When I wrapped my hands around the wheel for the first time since I was sixteen, my sapphire-grey eyes widened and the memory flashed before me.
“I’m so excited you’re going to teach me to drive!”
Stella smiled. “I’m excited too, Sandy.”
I grinned. “Okay, what do I do first?”
“Well, what do you think you do first?”
I blushed a little and turned on the car. It began to inch along the parking lot. “Good,” Stella said. I nudged the brakes harder than I meant to and the car lurched forward and stopped abruptly.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Stella said softly, smiling.
Stella continued guiding me through it. We went around the parking lot a few times, then drove through a calm neighborhood.
“Okay,” she said. “I think it’s time for… Level Two.”
I smiled and rolled my eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”
“I will ‘know’ when you learn to drive,” Stella replied.
I chuckled. So I’m still a ‘kid’?
She led me to a busier street. There was quite a bit of traffic. “Are you sure I’m ready for this?”
I sighed and inched forward, my eyes ahead of me. “You have to go faster here,” Stella reminded me. i nodded nervously and accelerated a tiny bit. When I kept getting nervous and stopping, and when the traffic became more heavy, Stella’s energy escalated.
“Believe in yourself!”
“I believe I can’t do this!” I cried.
“YES YOU CAN!” Stella roared. This had always been her way of ‘loving’ me.
“Argh!! An intersection! Do I turn!? Lemme turn on my blinker! Argh!! Wait, is that guy supposed to stop!? Or am I!? Who has the red light!!?? I don’t wanna take my eyes off the road!! Wait, is he going!? No… what!?!? Slow down!!! Slow down!!! ARGH!!!” I was freaking out at the speed of light. I lost control, my sweaty hands slipped off the wheel and the car darted forward. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t have any time to think about it, so I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I woke up in a hospital. My leg throbbed, and my arms and hands were cut and bruises were forming. Nevertheless I immediately darted upright and yelled, “Where is Stella!? I need to see Stella Jenkins. S-T-E-L-L-A J-E-N-K-I-N-S! She was in the car with me, where is she?”
The three nurses standing at the foot of the bed I was on turned red as cherries and looked at each other nervously. The short one turned back to me, swallowed hard, and shook her head ever so slightly. “We-we’re sorry…” said the brunette one. The last one babbled uncontrollably, “Sorry, we’re all kind of new… we’ve never had to tell the news like this before… we aren’t used to it… we’re sooo sorry…” The brunette nurse attempted communicating with her eyes, and eventually the last one got the message and closed her mouth, stopping whatever else was about to come out.
I inhaled sharply and collapsed onto the bed.
I clenched my teeth and gripped the steering wheel. My gaze locked on the road ahead and I pressed my foot on the gas pedal.
Thanks for reading!