“Darn it, Gregg, why must I, in our garage, have to scale Mount Everest just to get Easter decorations?” cried Alana playfully.
Gregg’s once-prized convertible had become, well, a storage unit/piece of artwork. Alana never demanded he get rid of it– or his girly photo collection. Perhaps there was a mention, years ago, about the girls, but the car served its purpose…like memories of their first date, even Alana giving birth in the backseat. Today, however, it symbolized Gregg’s procrastination. The time had come.
“Don’t worry dear,” chuckled Gregg to Alana, “I made the perfect For Sale sign.”
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THE INSPIRATION|CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
THE KEY: Make every word count.
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