A Mechanic’s Patience

I stood back from the engine block, wiping sweat from my brow and cracking my neck with a groan.

‘Does it get easier?’ I asked the mechanic who had taken me in. He frowned at me from behind his wrinkles.

‘Does it look like it gets easier?’

I sighed and wandered over to the door, staring up into the dusk sky.

‘You do that a lot you know,’ the mechanic called out to me, fiddling with a clamp on the engine’s main drive.

‘I miss it,’ I said, kicking the roller door. ‘And you said we’d be done fixing the Isadora by now.’

‘No I didn’t,’ he chuckled. ‘I said I hoped we’d be done.’


‘Also, I was lying.’

‘I figured.’

‘It’s not often an old man gets an indentured apprentice to help him out in his shop,’ he chuckled, standing up to take a tray of parts to the machine washer. I couldn’t help but smile too – but only once his back was turned.

‘If you’re not careful, I’ll get my log book service from a mechanic near Lockleys,’ I jabbed at him. He snorted.

‘Good luck. It’s a long walk, and you’re not borrowing my speeder again.’

‘A long walk would do me good,’ I said, stretching out my back. ‘I’ve spent too long cooped up on this rock – my bones have started aching.’

‘Oh boo-hoo,’ the mechanic rolled his eyes. ‘Your poor, juvenile bones.’

‘You might be old, old man,’ I countered, ‘but I’m literally not built for this.’

‘You’ll get used to it,’ he sighed. ‘Just like everyone asking how to find mechanics who do electric car repairs – you get used to it.’

‘I don’t want to get used to it!’ I balled my fists up. ‘It’s been months of people telling me that I need to get used to it! I want to get back to my old life!’

‘It’s waiting for you,’ he nodded serenely. ‘You just have to be patient.’

‘I’ve never been good at patience,’ I sighed. He cracked a wry grin.

‘You get used to it.’