PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Written for Friday Fictioneer
“I bought it with my first salary.” The old man reminisced.
“Papa, I know, but we should sell the car!”
“It got my new bride, your mother home and carried you from the hospital.”
“I have had such good times driving it.”
“Papa, we must sell the car.” This time the steel in the voice was unmistakable.