Friday Fictioneers: Every week, a new photo prompt. Every week, a new story. Beginning, middle, and end, in one hundred words. Click on the blue frog after my story if you’d like to check out others. And, please, tell me what you think.
True Love Begins
word count: 100
Lordy, how he loved that car, all fins and chrome. We stopped for ice creams. It was hotter than Hades that afternoon. He reached a vanilla cone through my window, and plop, the ice cream fell off and landed on the floorboard, splat!
Quicker than anything my door opens, he grabs that cold sticky ball bare handed, plunks it back on the cone and offers it up like a bouquet. “The flat side’s where it hit the floor,” he said. “And the hole’s where my thumb stuck in.”
We laughed, Lordy, the next hundred miles, and the next sixty-six years.