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I Can Do It! – Friday Fictioneers

So here we are, Wednesday morn (Montreal time, that is) and Rochelle, our fearless leader, chose Al Forbes lovely image for our Friday Fictioneers.  Inadvertently, it is a repeat picture.  And, instead of just putting my first story back up, I decided to write a new one.  Why not?  Good exercise to get that imagination going!

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Word Count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

I Can Do It!

“Oh my gawd!  I can’t believe you finally got one, Daddy!”

“Yep, Susie, I did.  About time we join the future, don’t you think?”

“We’ll be able to feel the wind in our hair, zipping around.  I can’t wait to learn how to drive it!”

“Whoa there, little lassie.  There is no way my little girl is going to find herself behind the wheel of this newfangled thing.”

“What a horrid thing to say!  I can’t believe it!  You, of all people, know I can do it! Little!  Hmph!!”

She didn’t see Daddy’s hidden smile,  shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

78 thoughts on “I Can Do It! – Friday Fictioneers

    • Thank you, Madame! I know she will because her father was way ahead of the times and believed in equality for women…


  1. Neat story, Dale. Has that “authentic” ring to it. 🙂

    Kids could drive vehicles back in the day. My dad could drive when he was about ten years old. Of course, driving rules were not in force then and it was a small town. He said he used to get a driver’s license for 50 cents, I think. Now you have to be educated. Bummer. 😦

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  2. This would have been my Daddy. The surest way to get me to learn something new, like driving a stick-shift at 12 years old, was to tell me that a girl couldn’t do it. I was so blessed to have had his influence. You plucked my heart strings today.

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  3. This story had a nice natural fluidity. Really enjoyed the upbeat twist at the end. My mother, who is 92, talks about her father’s first car and the fact that he never drove it. He still walked everywhere. BTW my parents were from the Eastern Townships of Quebec. She lived and worked in Montreal during the war.

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    • Thank you, that means a lot to me! So funny that he never drove it…
      What area of the Eastern Townships (I so love it there and am due for a visit!)


      • It is a beautiful area. My mother is from Richmond, my father Danville. I still have some relative there. I love visiting it is such a peaceful area of lush farms and good skiing in the winter.

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        • Oh wow! A friend of mine is selling his house (would make a great B&B) in Danville. If it weren’t so in the middle of nowhere, I would consider it!

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  4. Great interplay between father and daughter, it’s not dissimilar to the conversations I have with my daughter who is yet to pass her test and wants to learn in my car. I have a smile because it’s a company car and their insurance won’t permit it. When she passes though, there’ll undoubtedly be further discussions, heated on one side, I’m sure.

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    • No doubt… I have two – one just has to pass his test, the other just has to get off his duff and continue his lessons. There is a car rotting in my driveway that they could have shared but will be useless unless they do something!

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  5. I was allowed to drive the garden tractor, but definitely not allowed to go anywhere near my father’s car, although I remember having designs on his Zodiac when I was 8-years-old!
    That’s such a sweet story, Dale. Well done.

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  6. Susie sounds like she’s quite independent. I’m sure she’ll be able to convince Daddy she can manage to drive the new fangled thing. She’ll use her long fluttering lashes to do the trick. Loved this, Dale. I could picture all the characters including those shaking shoulders.
    Isadora 😎

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  7. Amusing story, Dale. With some of those old cars not only the wind blew through their hair, but the rain and the snow as well. Good writing. I knew how to drive at 17 but no way would my dad let me drive his care as he needed it to go to work and we lived fifteen miles from the city. He helped me buy an old car after high school graduation 😀 — Suzanne

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    • Oh for sure, Suzanne! Thanks.
      Let’s just say the youngest sister got all the privileges of driving Dad’s car… Me and the middle sister, not so much!

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