‘What in the name of the Lord is that heap of junk doing here?’

‘Why it’s the ‘Daisy May.’ You remember, my Grandaddy’s old truck.’

‘I know what it is, Dennis. I asked what is it doing here, outside my porch.’

‘Well, Grandma was going to junk it now that Grandaddy has passed on. But I said I couldn’t let her do that. So she said then I could take the thing. So here it is.’

‘And what are you intending to do with it?’

‘Well I thought I could do it up then maybe we could take it for a drive like we used to do on Grandaddy’s farm.’

‘Dennis Barnes, take your hands off me and wipe that stupid look off your face. You think I’m goin’ to carry on like a teenager in that thing with you again, you can think again. And get it out of my sight. What will the neighbors think?’

Estelle slammed the front door closed and smiled. She loved that crazy man and always would.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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