It’s Friday Fictioneers Time! Didn’t think I was going to find the time to post, but I did! For those of you who don’t know, I’m on a two week vacation to England! I’m traveling with a friend and we a re having a marvelous time. I’ll post all about it when I return home after next week. But until then, enjoy another short story prompted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields! Enjoy.
Malcolm was secretly delighted when the tree fell on his car. He had always hated the wretched thing – with its finicky fuel gage that always let him run out of fuel with he least expected it, the perpetual low tire on the back left side, a loud muffler and crackly radio. That tree was a blessing.
Of course he put on a disappointed face and raged on about it to satisfy his parents, but behind closed doors he dreamed of new car smell and a smooth ride.
Then came the phrase of doom: “We found you a new car, son!”