Hello, it’s Friday Fictioneer’s 100 word story time. Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting.
When Daniel brought home the wreck, his wife stormed indoors. It was the fourth one he’d dumped on the driveway that year.
The first became the kids’ climbing frame. He’d sold the next to another car enthusiast and he’d given up renovating the third.
“It’s Chitty!” shouted Tom, running around it.
“Could be,” Daniel wiped his oily hands on a cloth. “This time I’ve chosen right, son.”
“It’s going to fly, like Dumbo.”
“Up there with Mary Poppins.” Daniel pointed to the sky.
“More like Superman.”
Daniel planned to sell it to a wedding chauffeur to pay the bills. Reality sucked.