She was a beaut shining like so much chromed silver, sitting there on her four white walled wheels.  Nothing automatic about her, she wasn’t some gussied up remodel, she was a classic.  Handled like a dream on corners too, even named her after the first girl I took for a ride.  God was Betty a scream and a mess, not that you could tell now… that was half the magic of stainless steel.

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Antique Gurney

This flash fiction comes from the prompt …silver… from Julia at 100 word challenge for grown ups. You get 100 words plus the prompt, so 101. The link to submit is here and will be open until Monday Oct. 28th.
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