Postcard-sized flash fiction about love, a trusty car and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Forever, Until it Isn’t

The day smelled of cut flowers and suntan lotion. The finned ’85 Chevy cut a fine line down the gravel road. Cans of Bud Light bounced off the ground and took flight once we got to the main road.

I brushed rice out of my hair and couldn’t stop smiling. You held my hand.   And the car? It lasted longer than our marriage. I always did love that car.

  • Michelle Sampson

    You pack a lot in three lines! It’s amazing the trips we take, both in and out of a car!!

    December 21, 2018at4:33 pm

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