The Lost Clutch

Day Four: Serially Lost

Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isnโ€™t any more.

Once upon a time in New York City, somewhere in the mid ’80s there were these two girls, friends to the end, Thelma and Louise of the mind kind, who spent their Saturdays in on the road, again. Let’s call them This One and That One – we did. Or maybe Francine and Connie.

Anyway, This One had a 1974 red mustang.


It looked good, and that saying, about guys, “is he cute, and does he have a car” was big then, and we figured, let’s just get the car, because apparently we weren’t gonna get the guys.

Now, this mustang was SO rad, that it was bad, if you get my meaning.

The destination was always New Jersey. Insane, I know, but you gotta understand that when you live in the BIG CITY, heading across the river was like a vacation. Sometimes we’d go over the GW Bridge, or maybe through the Lincoln Tunnel, depending on what our plans were. Most of the time, we were just free wheeling, heading off and letting the road take us to whatever mall it had a mind to go. The Paramus Mall saw a lot of action, but sometimes the Outlets were the store de jor. Ladies, we know you understand this, but for those on the other side of the gender line, shopping was the be all of life. Hair Salons, Department stores, with the counters that served up perfumes, eye shadows, foundations, and lipsticks were our constant. There were stores that were just for earrings, and bracelets and all glittery things with which to adorn ourselves. And the big buys, clothes!

There was always a movie and dinner after a full day of shopping, There was this old fashioned, looks-like-a-railroad-car diner on Route 17, called The Bendex, that served up great food. But we weren’t fussy. Long as they had the never ending coffee for That One, and This One’s ever favorite – when in doubt eat breakfast – food, life was good.

One Saturday, after having had a grand old time, we headed back to Manhattan. That One lived there, and besides, there wasn’t any way to get to This One’s place except through Manhattan. As we pulled out of the Lincoln Tunnel, that little red mustang stalled! It was not a convenient place to do that, but we gave it a few minutes, and it started up and we managed the drive downtown. That One lived right at the corner of 6th Avenue and Houston. Almost there, right at the light… yup, you guessed it. That car just stalled right out, again! We were just at the point of the turn, but it was no go. We got out of the car, and stood, looking at each other, scratched our heads, and wondered what were we going to do. Luckily, we were right by this space to park, so we managed to push it into a cockeyed parking position. And that’s when it happened. This One leaned into the car to get her purse, of the clutch bag kind, and it was gone!

clutch purse

She looked in the back, looked on the floor, and realized that little clutch was nowhere to be found! She stood up and looked at That One over the top of the car and said, “I’ve lost everything!”

Now I’m sure you’re all wondering how that could be, but you have to understand (and ladies, I’m not talking to you, because you understand these things), that the purpose of a purse is to hold everything. It’s that ‘place for your stuff,’ and to have it go missing is catastrophic. But there they were, standing on the corner of 6th and Houston, and This One was in the worst way, having an end to what had been a good day.

The resolution? Well, you’ll have to tune in next time to find out “where in the world [was the] Carmen Miranda” of Clutches… TBC


14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. calensariel
    Apr 09, 2015 @ 19:22:37

    Oh how fun! Clapping my hands in joy and hopping from foot to foot. Loved it! Hope they let you post the next part soon! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  2. badfish
    Apr 09, 2015 @ 20:10:26

    I look at that car, and I say that doesn’t look like a Mustang. Maybe by 1974, I’d lost touch with their changes in style? And hey gal, some guys know exactly what it means to lose a daypack or a fanny pack (yeah, and don’t laugh, I still use a fanny pack…screw those guys if they don’t know what cool is) with everything in it–camera, gum, phone, phone bill, letter from ex-wife, nylon jacket (it goes everywhere I go, all the time, every time…I learned to be prepared while living in Aspen, CO, where it might be sunny, then freezing in one minute). So cut the crap on that gender-specific lingo, dude. Love your voice in this piece. A little loosey-goosey, a little brave, a little Thelma & Louise. And very bad.

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    • Fimnora Westcaw
      Apr 09, 2015 @ 22:04:59

      Yeah, by ’74 mustangs didn’t have the same cool, but I bought it in the ’80s, so it had a rather nostalgic sense to it. Plus I wouldn’t have been able to afford one of those really nice restored real Mustangs, so I took what I could get.

      Back in the 80s, were guys wearing fanny packs? This was written through a worm hole from back in the time of road trips in Mustangs. But I’ll cut ya the slack, cause you da bad fish! and da Fim Fan Man, and cool. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      Thank you @ loving the voice. I never know what’s gonna end up on the page, or how it’s going to sound. So I like hearing how it sounds to other people.


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      • badfish
        Apr 09, 2015 @ 22:35:11

        One: what do you mean “were guys wearing fanny packs”? Slack? What are you talking about. I wore a fanny pack in the 70’s, 80’s 90’s and today. I have one that I bought from Eddie Bower (I think) in the 80’s that I still use–because it’s long and big, but way smaller than a daypack. I’ll be sad when it wears out (or disappears!!)…I had the zipper replaced once. The nylon jacket inside is that old, too.
        Your Voice: it’s like hearing Kim Carnes singing Betty Davis Eyes.

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        • Fimnora Westcaw
          Apr 09, 2015 @ 22:51:17

          Remember that whole thing about “if you can remember the 60s, then you weren’t really there?” It kind of describes my whole life, In fact, the life I remember now, wasn’t the one I lived back then. They Total Recalled it. So, I can’t remember exactly what anyone was doing just about any of those decades.

          But that fanny pack, it looks good on you! It’s probably good you kept the one from the 80s, because they don’t make ’em like they used to.

          *makes note to self. Send patches to Badfish so the pack will always be around.*
          Actually I recall, with some fondness, the many pairs of jeans which I patched over and over. Now, I just use safety pins to keep the tares (tears?) from getting bigger. I think I’m going to be a trend setter in that. Safety pins are not only interesting dรฉcor but can be used in a MacGyver sort of way in a pinch.

          Oh! Kim Carnes! I like! Bette Davis, a kindred of some sort, I think.

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          • badfish
            Apr 09, 2015 @ 23:03:15

            Yeah, I think I started the trend of wearing a fanny pack. And then…at some point everyone was wearing fanny packs. And then, they “went out of style” and people were laughing at people who still wore them. Being in style is sometimes over rated. A guy needs a clutch, too!

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  3. Ish
    Apr 09, 2015 @ 22:03:00

    Can’t wait to read what happens next…

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  4. ivaberanek
    Apr 10, 2015 @ 08:10:03

    Well now, I want to read more! Great post ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person


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