Dave Casler
PO Box 98
Ridgway, Colorado 81432
Young Adult Novels by Dave Casler...
I've been told by publisher after publisher that there's no market for Young Adult novels. I think they're wrong! So I'm putting my novels on-line for you. Forget the publisher! Read to your heart's content--it's free! And, I'd like to hear from you, too! Contact Page.
You're reading About Phillip. Be sure to check out About Dan here.
Phillip is a computer nerd who suddenly discovers a liking for track. Everything would be fine except for his father.
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(About Phillip Home) (Last) (Next)
Twenty Hours in Three Months
Martin’s right arm was not working and he was beat up. The blood came from a nasty cut on his forehead. He didn’t have his seatbelt on at the time of impact, so he slammed into the door, right where the other car plowed into the Taurus’s right side. Lance had to physically restrain Phillip when the EMTs put Martin’s stretcher into the ambulance.
"Sorry, Phillip, there’s not room in the ambulance for everybody. You stay here with your father," said Officer Belknap. "Your mother, your brother and your grandmother are going in the ambulance."
Phillip was beside himself. Watching Martin writhing in pain. Seeing his mother holding Martin’s hand, trying to comfort him. She wasn’t all that steady herself; one of the EMT’s helped her into the ambulance. It took two EMTs to get a wobbly Carmen in with the others. She made them go back to rescue her oxygen bottle.
Officer Belknap led a numb Phillip off the street and onto the sidewalk. Gawkers were gathering: several boys on bicycles, a young woman walking her dog, an elderly man. Phillip handed his learner’s permit to Officer Belknap.
"Son, tell me what happened."
"I don’t know," blubbered Phillip, his mind on Martin. "Dad was shouting at me and I turned left and it happened."
"How long have you been driving, son?"
"Three months. I only have 20 hours."
"That’s all? And you were driving the whole family?"
"Dad made me. I didn’t want to. We’re just on our way home from church."
"I’m sorry, son. Did you see the oncoming car?"
"No. Mom saw it, though."
"How fast were you driving."
"I don’t know. Is Martin ok?"
"Son, that’s up to the doctors. Look, as near as I can tell, you turned left in front of a car that had the right of way."
"Yes, sir."
"I’m going to issue you a ticket for careless driving resulting in injury. It’ll require you to appear in court."
Phillip hung his head. "Yes, sir."
"Stay here. I have some more questions for you, but I need to talk with the other driver. Is that your father over there?" he asked, motioning toward Lance. Lance was examining the damage to the Taurus. The other car scored a bull’s-eye on Martin’s door.
"Yes, sir," whispered Phillip.