His eyes were sparkling when he showed me his bargain.
“Only one is ours and it doesn’t drive -it needs some work,” my husband explained to me cheerfully while I almost had a heart attack.
“It’s old and not drivable?” I managed to ask in absolute disbelieve.
“Don’t worry, I will fix it up in no time,” and he started to make plans right away.
An old vehicle to work on, that had been his dream for as long as I can remember.
There is a little boy in every man and that’s alright, just never send them shopping unsupervised.
(Word count: 100)
Friday Fictioneers is held by my blogging friend Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The goal of the 100-word photo challenge is to make every word count and it’s stunning to see what we all can write and tell with just 100 words.