It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers. I asked my wife what genre to write and she said, “romance”. So this is about as close as I get to romance. This story is dedicated to her.
Ichiban The Great
I told my wife I married her for her car. She laughed and called me an idiot.
Ichiban, as we called it, was dirty-diaper brown and shivered like a Floridian doing the Iditarod if you got it over 70 MPH. We lost the front bumper to a deer; the back one to a malicious fire hydrant. The hubcaps all took their leave at high speeds on various country highways.
Finally, we lost the roof to a firefighter trainee who Jaws-Of-Lifed it off, mistaking ours for the practice car. We just laughed and kissed. We had our convertible, top permanently down.
March 29th, 2013 at 11:46 pm
I like the firefighter reference…my family is very involved with the volunteer fire-rescue service. Them ‘Jaws of Life’ can pack a punch!
March 29th, 2013 at 11:50 pm
I was a volunteer firefighter for 3 years and Jaws of Life practice was always fun (much better than having to use it for real).