The Backstory

This is a fictional writing challenge accepted by my writing friend.  Hope you like it.

As a teenager, I learned to sew.  Not just buttons and repairs mind you, but I could sew entire outfits, costumes, jackets and other clothing, from scratch.  I loved it and got quite good at it.  By my junior year in high school, I had created the uniforms for the entire Varsity Drill Team.

Here’s the rub, my Dad hated it.  He was so embarrassed by it that it kept him up nights. He didn’t think it was manly and went out of his way to divert my attention from it.  It didn’t matter to him that I had a girlfriend, he was way more concerned that my girlfriend bought me a sewing machine.  That absolutely flew all over him, almost as much as my first project with that sewing machine; my Prom tuxedo.  I made it from scratch and wore it proudly.  My girlfriend loved it.

My Dad was so angry that he forbid me from even going to the prom.  Instead, I would be riding with him on his UPS route.  I couldn’t believe it.  There I was on Prom day, watching my Prom-bound friends through the windshield of a UPS truck.  I was seething.  I think my dad realized he had gone to far and so he offered to let me drive the UPS truck for a few stops.  I was still pissed, but at least I got to drive.

The UPS truck turned out to be a little trickier than I thought.  While making a stop on Canal Street, I accidentally shoved it into reverse instead of park.  The thing jumped off the curb and down a ravine.  I thought it was going to roll over before it came to a rest on a tree stump and a chain-link fence.  I though my dad was going to have a stroke.

“Holy crap! Holy crap!” he hollered!  “I’m gonna lose my job!  What the hell have you done!”

By the time he scurried out the rear door, the police had already arrived.  It was at that moment that I realized I was less than a half a block from my girlfriend’s house.  He was so busy trying to explain what happened to the police that he didn’t even see me run to my girlfriend’s house.  I put on my tux, grabbed the sewing machine and handed her the camera.

She snapped this photo:

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *