(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!)
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?”
“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.”