I just want to say at the outset that my writing this particular story is Doug Macilroy’s fault. If you read his contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, you will find a charming, romantic piece that melts your heart. How he got romance out of this picture I could not begin to fathom, but by the time I had tried to figure it out, I was caught in the web of romance and could not get lose. However, not being possessed of the imaginative insight that Doug has, I could not seem to get free of the subject of cars, so my love story is of a slightly different caliber than his. Nevertheless, love — as they say — is where you find it — and an old, abandoned car lot is as good a place as any.
Our picture this week is courtesy of Jean L. Hayes. (Sorry, no link available). My story is below the photo.
Revvin’ Up The Love
“Hey, Babe, wanna take a spin?”
“You talkin’ to me?” Ethel Edsel looked across the abandoned-car lot at the ugly yellow Edsel with the bulldozer attached to its nose. What was that contraption anyway?
“Yeah. You wanna go for a run?”
“You wouldn’t want to run with someone nicknamed Rusty Ethel.”
“Hey, they call me Bull, but it’s what’s inside that counts. Take me: sort of ugly outside, but inside I got a heart a’ gold. And I bet your little engine still purrs like a kitten.”
Bull grinned. “Come on. Rev ‘er up and let’s make it a date.”