“This was my first accident,” Marlise said with laughter in her voice.
Grandma didn’t find it funny at all.
“What happened?” she wanted to know.
“It wasn’t my fault. They will come by tomorrow and fix the damage.”
“Yes, the guys from the other car.”
“Do you know them?”
“No, but they looked honest.”
“And you believed them?”
“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”
Grandma shook her head in disbelieve.
The next day a tow truck showed up and picked up the car. A few days later it looked brand-new.
Grandma didn’t say much, but she looked pleased.
Word count: 100
I will not openly admit that this story happened almost the way I described it because it would make me sound like a fool. Perhaps the car was older, and they didn’t come with a tow truck but repaired the vehicle in our barn. But as I said, would never admit it.
Friday Fictioneers are held by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Give it a try. It’s fascinating how much we can tell with just 100 words.