(Author’s note: And here we are, back again for another Friday Fictioneers. I hope to have some new non-micro-fiction material up soon. Jobs that wear out your mind, however, don’t seem to work very well with keeping up a writing schedule. No longer! I have a secret weapon that will help. So, enjoy today’s missive!)
© Ted Strutz
My Old Yellow Car
by Miles H. Rost
The garage door opened and gasps went up to the heavens.
“What did you do, Dad?”
“I bought an old, rusted and busted ’68 Charger R/T. I figured you and I could work on it.”
The 10-year old looked up, crinkling his nose.
“Couldn’t we have done this with a computer?”
“Do you want to drive when you’re 16?”
“Yeah…”
“This car is yours once it’s fully built.”
His son’s eyes lit up. Then they fell.
“But we don’t have money for parts.”
Dad smiled, and looked around the garage.
“$10 a week. Save up enough, I’ll buy an extra part for free.”
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A great way of bonding between dad and son. Lovely story.
Quite. It’s something that a lot of fathers and sons miss due to work obligations and technology.
Nice way to teach a kid value of self help and importance of saving. Good message.
A lot of us missed the boat on that when we were younger.
That is a wonderful relationship, really loved your story.
It’s getting harder and harder to find, that’s for sure.
Motivation and reward. Very good piece.
Simple, but evocative.
Lovely piece.
Thank you! I like doing this…even if I don’t write as much due to the type of job I do.