50 years later, the sight of the abandoned car in the middle of a deserted farmhouse brought back memories.
Agnes and Dave had driven to the open field.
Agnes had taken Dave up, on his word.
Something that he hadn’t expected her to do.
But he had obliged, delighted at the idea of spending more time with her.
So here there they were, class #1 of how to drive a car with manual transmission.
Dave had explained the basics to Agnes as she nodded along.
“So, Dave, once again, I take my feet off the accelerator, press the clutch, and engage it. Correct?”.
“Yes, Agnes. But remember, you should have reached sufficient speed. Otherwise, the engine…”
“Yes, I know. Just watch me drive. I’m going to make you proud”.
Five minutes into her solo drive, Agnes made Dave feel multitudes of emotion.
But pride wasn’t one of them.
The car had numerous scratches. By a miracle, the windshield was saved from shattering.
“I’m sorry about your car, Dave. I think I’ll stay away from driving for now.”
As the couple retold the story, their grandchildren finally got to know why Grandpa Dave never let Grandma Agnes touch his precious cars!
This post was written in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Donna. Thank you Donna for hosting this challenge. The challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to write a story in 200 words or less.
Do you think that Grandpa Dave should have given Grandma Agnes another chance?
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