It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Beth Carter for her award-winning photo, which took first prize at the Ozarks Writers League. Congratulations, Beth!
The challenge is to make your 100 words count. If you’re so inclined, why not give it a whirl?
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Copyright – Beth Carter
To Henri, the important thing is the inside of something, and the inside of the car don’t count. It’s the blood and the guts, the juices coagulating, pumping, and holding it together, extending life, that’s what mattered.
“She’s my beauty,” Henri said, thumping the hood. All the other dames were gone.
I paid the mess nor the spring that dug in my back no mind as we limped along Highway 1. A film of dirt coated my skin.
With the smell of exhaust, the car sputtered and popped.
Henri veered off the road. “Just a little water and she’ll be fine.”