Copyright – Jean L. Hays
"Wonder why we haven't seen Little Jimmy lately, Dumpy,"said the wrecked red car.
"Because Little Jimmy grew up, Wrecky," said the dump truck. "Moved away and started his own family."
"What’ll become of us?"
"I've heard something about us leaving. Jimmy's Mom’s probably going to donate us to charity so another little boy can play with us."
"Whaat?!! But what if he's a big fat kid who sits on us? Or some sweaty kid who never showers? OMG, what if he does you-know-what right in front of us?!!!
"Don't make me barf, Wrecky."
"Oh, no, here comes Jimmy's Mom!"
"Wait! It's not Jimmy's Mom. It's Jimmy! I think I know what’s happening.”
"We're not being donated. Jimmy's taking us home.... so his little boy can play with us."
I decided to go for the heartwarming touch at the end --- even though I feel like I've seen this theme done before --- to disguise the fact that I completely desecrated the prescribed Friday Fictioneers guideline of 100 words by 30% or more. So sue me.
I was never a fan of the NPR program Car Talk, but my blogpost title today can serve the double purpose of also standing as an unoffficial tribute to Tom Magliozzi, the Car Talk brother who just passed away. I admired their enthusiasm, even if I found them kind of annoying.
Never annoying are the other Friday Fictioneers, whose heart-warming works can be found by clicking here.