By Kellee Kranendonk
The day started out fine. Then he saw her. With some kid. That wasn’t right—the guy was too young for her.
He regretted getting rid of her. She’d treated him good, rarely gave him trouble.
He walked over to touch her, be with her one last time. “Hey, punk. You treatin’ her good?”
“Huh?”
Embarrassed, he walked away. He could’ve touched her, wrapped his fingers around the guy’s throat and…what? She wasn’t worth going to jail. He loved her, but there were other models, different colours.
And, there was nothing quite like the smell…of a brand new car.
At first, this story made me mad because I thought that the narrator was actually referring to a woman. But! after a second, much more careful read, I realized it was, in fact, about a car. Nicely done!
Thanks, Christina. 😉
Great story Kellee. I really liked the ending. Nice work!
Thanks, Lisa. Glad you liked it.
I loved it. Good surprise ending. A toast to cars we’ve known and loved!
Thanks, Sue. 🙂