an armored truck with auction supplies within

an armored truck with auction supplies within

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


An armored truck with auction supplies within had just dented the side of my car turning too sharply at a stop sign and we were exchanging information for the insurance while waiting for the police when their dread enemies from the auction business the O'dooley's noticed them and began to bomb the armored vehicles with fist sized rocks. More than nine rocks thudded into the armored truck as we rushed through the exchange of insurance paperwork although not one heavy missile stuck my vehicle. The O'dooley's were about a quarter mile up the hill from us and expertly did they heave the large rocks at their foes Ma and Pa Finnegan.

The Finnegan's raced off down the hill in their vehicle as a military style van belonging to the O'dooley clan pulled up along my stalled vehicle there at the bottom of the hill next to the stop sign. Dead did I expect to be from the O'dooley's.  Mikey O'dooley fixed my stalled engine while pretty sweet Paula dabbed at my bruised eye with a damp cloth. The Finnegan's were worried about me, figuring Ma and Pa Finnegan had rammed by vehicle hoping to pirate some items to sell at auction later this morning.
In gratitude I gave the seven folks in the military style green Van of the Finnegan clan some tools and doo dads I had in the trunk of my car after one of the Finnegan boys used an old crow bar to pull out the dent on side of my car to make her drivable.

About a year later I saw the O'dooley's and Ma and Pa Finnegan at Saturday auction bidding against each other for some furniture and bric a brac and although they went at each other like out of town lawyers in a small town court both the Finnegan's and O'dooley"s were professional that day as they bid and parried to get the best price on goods for later resale.

I don't see the Finnegan's or O'dooley's anymore but I miss the part I played in their running feud.