Years

Posted: August 11, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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Even after all those years, the Volkswagon gleams like a dragon’s hoard.

“I kept it just the way it was,” she tells him, her fingers brushing against his.

“That was forty years ago,” he replies and pulls his hand back.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Annie Theby for providing the prompt photo!

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