Good morning/evening, my Reader Friends. It is time for Friday Fictioneers – the next two days I start work early so now was the most opportune time to get my 100-word story in.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple for not only herding us cats every week, but for supplying this photo this week. One that drummed up a few memories.
If you would like to try your hand at this challenge, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs. If you only want to read a few interpretations of this here photo, then, please, click on the frog!
Word count: Always 100
I’m Fine, Too
She thanked the good Samaritan for the ride home and made her way into the house on wobbly legs.
“Where’s the car?” Dad shouted.
“It’s in the ditch. And there is not a scratch on it,” I replied, still shaking from the whole ordeal.
“What do you mean, ‘It’s in the ditch’? Why did you go out when there is black ice all over the roads?”
“I didn’t realise it when I left, Dad. It seemed okay from our street.”
“Well, you are going to pay for getting it out of the ditch!”
“I’m fine, too, Dad. Don’t you worry.”
Small note: My father was not good at showing his true worry so he made it about the car… and he didn’t make me pay for the tow truck to get the car out of the ditch 🙂