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Moving Night
Flash Fiction
Response to prompt 1 from JF Danskin’s June Prompts:
A drabble during which an actual bell tolls. Is the sound a call to action, a warning, or something else…
I don’t know when I discovered that studying in cars, moving or not, could shut out so many distractions. My grades improved, anyhow, as soon as I started taking my work-books from the kitchen table and spread them across the dashboard. I studied by daylight and then when I got my own car I studied by torch-light. Sometimes I put the seats down in the back and laid down, propped on my elbows, letting the seat warmers lull me into a studious mood.
People would joke that I had an apartment, yet still lived in my car. I used to laugh, then I stopped when I thought about it. I’d certainly gone more than a few days without needing to use the apartment key on my keychain. It would save a lot of money, to move into the car. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and it wasn’t like I had any kids or pets.
I began an experiment. There must be something I’m not thinking of, was my main issue. I’d hand back the key and close the lease and within the hour I’d suddenly need something a car couldn’t provide. If I could go a week — no, two weeks — without a hitch, then I’d give it proper consideration.
