My Junkyard Angel
Angels on Earth|May/June 2020
My friend and I were young and looking for adventure…until we found ourselves in a tight spot
KEITH ROYLANCE
My Junkyard Angel

TODAY IS NO DAY to be cooped up,” I said to my friend Mel. The grin he gave me said he’d been thinking the same thing.

It was Sunday—a gorgeous Sunday in April. When I left the house that morning, I told Dad I was going to church for Sunday school—and I honestly planned on doing just that. Until I ran into Mel.

He was headed to the town’s junkyard to look for salvageable cars.

“Come on,” he said. “There’s hidden treasure in that old junkyard, and we’ll see it sparkle in this sunlight.”

I had never deliberately missed a Sunday in church, but I couldn’t recall a more beautiful spring day. A day full of promise. I happily tagged along.

Neither of us had a driver’s license yet, but that didn’t keep us from daydreaming of the day we would. I imagined us racing down back country roads, whooping and hollering, maybe a couple of girls in the car with us.

Just the idea of it was more exciting than Sunday school.

When we arrived, Zim’s Auto Salvage was deserted. Just me and Mel and heaps of rusty parts. I peeked inside the twisted metal frame of what used to be a car as we walked further through the maze of junk. It was so quiet, I couldn’t help but feel as if we shouldn’t be there, almost as if we were trespassing in a cemetery. If Mel felt the same way, he certainly didn’t act like it.

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