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I’m Fine, Too – Friday Fictioneers

Good morning/evening, my Reader Friends.  It is time for Friday Fictioneers – the next two days I start work early so now was the most opportune time to get my 100-word story in.

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple for not only herding us cats every week, but for supplying this photo this week.  One that drummed up a few memories.

If you would like to try your hand at this challenge, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.  If you only want to read a few interpretations of this here photo, then, please, click on the frog!

Genre:  Memoir

Word count:  Always 100

I’m Fine, Too

She thanked the good Samaritan for the ride home and made her way into the house on wobbly legs.

“Where’s the car?” Dad shouted.

“It’s in the ditch. And there is not a scratch on it,” I replied, still shaking from the whole ordeal.

“What do you mean, ‘It’s in the ditch’?  Why did you go out when there is black ice all over the roads?”

“I didn’t realise it when I left, Dad.  It seemed okay from our street.”

“Well, you are going to pay for getting it out of the ditch!”

“I’m fine, too, Dad.  Don’t you worry.”


Small note:  My father was not good at showing his true worry so he made it about the car… and he didn’t make me pay for the tow truck to get the car out of the ditch 🙂

70 thoughts on “I’m Fine, Too – Friday Fictioneers

  1. When my wife and I were first dating she drove my car one day and accidentally got too close to some rebar her sister had used to hold a log in place in the driveway and tore the side out of a tire. She was so upset when she called to tell me and just knew I would be mad. I asked if she was okay and said “They make them every day honey. If you are okay I am fine. If you could do that then so could I and how can I hold you accountable when I could do the same tomorrow?”

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    • My dad had a knack for making us feel like shit when we screwed up… though now I choose to see it was his way of hiding his true worry…or relief that we were ok

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  2. Let me explain from a Dad POV. Obviously, you were fine or you wouldn’t be standing there. I’m happy about that, but don’t feel the need to ask the question since you’re still in one piece and not bleeding on our new carpet (that cost 6 months pay–BTW). Now, let’s talk about the car, the tow bill, and how this may affect the auto insurance premium.

    You kids will make my hair turn gray (or fall out) if you don’t kill me first.

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    • So true. I felt like he didn’t care about me, just the stupid car – which of course, is not true…but my 17-yr-old self couldn’t see that…

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  3. Dear Dale,

    I’d say it’s a guy thing but I’ve encountered women who can’t voice their feelings either. At any rate, a good story…simple, straight forward and touching.



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    • Dear Rochelle,
      I have to admit I may have on occasion reacted as my dad did… but immediately apogized!
      Lotsa love,


  4. So well told, Dale. I imagine it was painful to feel overlooked because of concern for a car. I’m sorry he was hiding his feelings. My husband was like that toward our sons when they were growing up. I felt awful. P.S. He is better now.

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    • Thank you Vivi. It was but he was like that. He changed as he got older, becoming a total mush the last few years of his life, cut too short at 70.


  5. When my daughter pranged my car I called the police, but then she was only ten! They showed her the cell block in the police station, she never tried driving again until she was of a legal age to do so. Now it will be her turn to stop me driving if needed!

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    • Oh hell no! Use HIS car? Never! This was my mother’s car! And no mirrors were broken, nor scratches made…it was almost balletic how I swerved, left then right then ever so gently slid into the ditch… I’m telling ya. Should have been filmed. Woulda made a great YouTube video (if the existed way back then…)


  6. Dads are like that sometimes. I miss all the moments even when he was yelling. That was just Dad. Many of us probably miss even those things. Good dads always come through when you need them, though. Good writing, Dale. 🙂 — Suzanne

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