Friday Fictioneers: Old Cars


“Why do you want my father old cars anyway?” Sally’s mom asks.

It’s the day after her grandfather’s funeral and they, and four relatives went to claim the antiques. It was like a Black Friday sale. Everyone snatched the first thing they saw. Sally’s cousin, Raina, immediately sat at the baby-grand while Sally settled for her grandmother’s priceless porcelain dolls. Her dad? He sprinted for the garage. It was soon discovered that no one, not even Sally’s uncle, wanted the cars, not even with a handsome bribe.

“Are you kidding? These cars worth a fortune.” Her dad exclaims.

“Yeah, on gas,” her mom mutters.

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.

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