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Space Chronicles

Posted on November 10, 2011

Welcome to Universe Crescent.  It is your everyday neighbourhood, your everyday neighbour.  It could be you, it could be someone you know.....

The air was crisp as Steve drove home. Phyllis was outside, sweeping the golden leaves off her driveway when she heard the sweet purr of the 454 Magnum as it made its way up the street. She paused for a moment.

‚ÄúSuch a shame‚Äù, she thought, ‚Äúthat canary yellow Super Bee had to spend another winter alone, cold, left outside to face the harsh elements of another Okanagan winter.

Steve put the car into second gear, his foot caressed the brake as he pulled into the driveway. He watched a leaf dance and twirl until it landed on his windshield. He reached to the left and turned his wipers on to brush away the nasty intruder looking to rest on his car. He looked out the driver‚Äôs side window at the neighbour‚Äôs maple tree; it seemed to mock him.

‚ÄúAnother year of brushing the leaves off of my favourite girl. When are they going to cut that tree down?‚Äù Steve thought aloud. ‚ÄúAll I want is just one spring that I don‚Äôt have to clean sap from my car‚Äù

Phyllis noticed Steve’s tension as he got out his pimped out ride.

‚ÄúHey neighbor‚Äù, she shouted. ‚ÄúWhy so glum, chum?‚Äù

Steve flashed her that ‚Äúyou know‚Äù look as his head turned in the direction of the sinister maple. Phyllis walked towards the fence, broom in hand.

“You know Steve, I didn’t get this old without learning a thing or two.”

Steve looked up for a moment, “What do you mean, Phyllis?”

Phyllis rested the rake against the rickety fence and asked Steve ‚ÄúHow many more years are you going to let that car sit outside. The UV rays are harmful to the paint, you know.‚Äù

“Hopefully this will be the last year,” Steve replied with his head hung low.

“Let me guess, you still haven’t gotten around to organizing the garage.”

Steve looked at his shoes and at all the toys that covered the walk way, trying to avoid Phyllis‚Äô gaze. He hated it when she was right.

“Do you remember how Mr. and Mrs. Smith would fight about the ’57 TBird?”

‚ÄúYes,‚Äù Steve said. Their arguments were the reason that Steve reluctantly parked his car, year after year, in the driveway and never complained. ‚ÄúDid Paul sell the car? I didn‚Äôt see it in the driveway last winter, and I don‚Äôt hear them bickering anymore.‚Äù

‚ÄúNo, Paul still has the powder blue gem,‚Äù Phyllis replied. ‚ÄúHe took his car to Space Centre Storage. Their valet storage saved his car and probably his marriage. Rumor has it, it‚Äôs better than Viagra.‚Äù

‚ÄúThat‚Äôs why it has been so quiet around here lately,‚Äù Steve chuckled. ‚ÄúSpace Centre Storage, you don‚Äôt say.‚Äù

‚ÄúI heard for just a few dollars a day, your car will be babied all season long. I even heard that Mr. Smith had a crack in his windshield when he brought it in to be stored last year. The friendly, professional staff made arrangements to get it fixed before he took it out in the spring.‚Äù

“Really?”

“Really.”

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