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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Flash / Mini / Very Short
- Published: 06/06/2021
I Can’t Find My Car
Have you ever left your car in a mall parking lot or a concert venue, and when you came out, couldn’t remember where you had parked? One time would be frustrating enough, but how frustrating would it be if this happened two or three times a week? That’s what has been happening to me while sleeping.
In my dreams, I pull into one of the lots where I work. There’s a huge lot in back, two on the sides, and another in front. Then when I leave, not only can’t I remember in which lot I parked, but I can’t find my car, no matter how much I try.
When I finally realize it’s missing, I get angry and frustrated and think—now I’m going to have to go through the whole rigmarole with the police about my missing vehicle. That’s about the time I usually wake up. Even after I’m awake, I sometimes still feel frustrated. But then, of course, I breathe a sigh of relief once I realize it was only a dream . . . until it became real.
I had pulled into the lot of a newly-opened mall. The place was so jammed with vehicles, it looked as if my entire small-town had showed up. As I got out of my car, I noticed several similar-looking vehicles, both color and make, parked in different spots near me.
After locking up, I headed toward the mall’s entrance. My plan was to do a little shopping then go see the new super hero flick playing at the mall theater. I figured I’d be there at least a couple of hours.
After the movie, I went over to the food court for a salad and sandwich. Once done, I sauntered out to the lot and headed for where I was sure my car was parked. But when I got there, it was nowhere in sight. I looked and looked but couldn’t find it anywhere. That’s when a knot the size of a baseball formed in my stomach. Could someone have stolen my car? No! Please, God, no!
Returning to the mall, I called the police. After giving them all my information, I called for a ride home and waited anxiously for the police to call me back. A couple of hours later, they did.
What happened?
Remember I said there were other cars similar to mine? Well, it turned out, a new employee of a repair shop ended up towing my car instead of the car he was supposed to have towed. Thank God, it hadn’t been stolen!
The repair shop called, and after apologizing profusely, promised to have my car returned to me right away. Wonderful! Except for one problem—I’m still having dreams about not being able to find my car. I wonder what would happen if I did find it? Would the dreams finally stop?
I Can't Find My Car(Tom Di Roma)
I Can’t Find My Car
Have you ever left your car in a mall parking lot or a concert venue, and when you came out, couldn’t remember where you had parked? One time would be frustrating enough, but how frustrating would it be if this happened two or three times a week? That’s what has been happening to me while sleeping.
In my dreams, I pull into one of the lots where I work. There’s a huge lot in back, two on the sides, and another in front. Then when I leave, not only can’t I remember in which lot I parked, but I can’t find my car, no matter how much I try.
When I finally realize it’s missing, I get angry and frustrated and think—now I’m going to have to go through the whole rigmarole with the police about my missing vehicle. That’s about the time I usually wake up. Even after I’m awake, I sometimes still feel frustrated. But then, of course, I breathe a sigh of relief once I realize it was only a dream . . . until it became real.
I had pulled into the lot of a newly-opened mall. The place was so jammed with vehicles, it looked as if my entire small-town had showed up. As I got out of my car, I noticed several similar-looking vehicles, both color and make, parked in different spots near me.
After locking up, I headed toward the mall’s entrance. My plan was to do a little shopping then go see the new super hero flick playing at the mall theater. I figured I’d be there at least a couple of hours.
After the movie, I went over to the food court for a salad and sandwich. Once done, I sauntered out to the lot and headed for where I was sure my car was parked. But when I got there, it was nowhere in sight. I looked and looked but couldn’t find it anywhere. That’s when a knot the size of a baseball formed in my stomach. Could someone have stolen my car? No! Please, God, no!
Returning to the mall, I called the police. After giving them all my information, I called for a ride home and waited anxiously for the police to call me back. A couple of hours later, they did.
What happened?
Remember I said there were other cars similar to mine? Well, it turned out, a new employee of a repair shop ended up towing my car instead of the car he was supposed to have towed. Thank God, it hadn’t been stolen!
The repair shop called, and after apologizing profusely, promised to have my car returned to me right away. Wonderful! Except for one problem—I’m still having dreams about not being able to find my car. I wonder what would happen if I did find it? Would the dreams finally stop?
Gail Moore
06/06/2021Fantastic, I think we have all had the problem of not remembering where we parked, but dreaming it!
That's another thing hehe. Well done :-)
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