Your True Tales
January 2005 – Page 16

Time-Traveling Car
by Jane

All I was trying to do was get my mom a Christmas present and mail it to her out of state as the days were flying by and it was close to 5:30 when stores would soon close.

I saw an antique store I wanted to go to, but couldn't find the parking space I wanted on the back side of the street. Finally giving up, I parked on the main side and got out looking at a "sale" sign on the sidewalk. Crunching through the snow, I walked to the end of the building and found the perfect gift.

I came out of the end of the building, turned the corner and headed down the street toward my car – which wasn't there! At all! My mouth dropped open and I just stared. My footprints were still in the snow where I'd gotten out, paused and looked at the sign, but no car. It was now 5:30, and as I looked up and down the street, every store window was dark. No place was open for me to call the police and report my car had been stolen.

I began to get frantic, pacing up and down, wondering where I could find a phone. Maybe there was one around the corner! Around I walked, and no phone. But there was a gray Monte Carlo that looked just like mine. I walked slowly up to it and it looked the same. I tried the key and the door unlocked. By now I was almost hysterical and started crying. I almost couldn't remember how to even drive back to my house.

Does anyone believe me? Nope, not many. I have trouble believing it myself! Did my "wishing" make it so – wanting to park back there in the first place? Guess I'll never know.

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