“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.
I loved that closing line and she’s probably right too 😉
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Thanks. I love that line too.
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I would think fueling them would be very costly.
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They are indeed costly, after all, they are old and no doubt gas guzzlers.
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I’m sure you a probably right about that.
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Her dad has the righ idea, I think. These cars aren’t for driving far any more. Fun story.
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Thanks.
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Nothing like death to bring out all the “gimme thats”!
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Honey, you gotta understand!!!
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Ha ha ha…
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