Microdosing - 100mg of a Car
Prompt: CAR
Our prompt for today is CAR!
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Write a story in 100 words!
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“… you see, it was a spot clean, shiny, awesome Dodge Daytona. A perfect car,” George smiled, “truly a beast of a machine. Although it ain’t the best vehicle when your wife’s pregnant, let me tell you that.
I was supposed to borrow a friend’s car on the day the baby was to come, but it came too fast. We only had my lovely Daytona. My wife, Dee, was a fighter, but stuffing her inside that car? Nearly impossible. By the time we got there, the doctors were ready to get the thing done right there in the parking lot. It was crazy, man. So what I was trying to say is that that coupe of yours is sweet, but get something a bit more spacious before y’all get pregnant, you feel me?”
George chuckled as the guy at the other pump sped away without a word. He pulled out his wallet, gazing at a photo of an eighteen-year-old beside a new coupe he had gotten for his birthday.
“Like father, like son. Huh,” his smile widened.
Raccoon Note
This Micro is actually based on a true story. The story of my birth nonetheless, my dad actually owned 1989 Dodge Daytona in which he drove my mom to the hospital. Eighteen years later he bought me a Mitsubishi Eclipse which was an awesome coupe that I loved dearly for years.
Thank you for requesting this prompt and challanging me to write something a bit more fun and lighthearted. :) Yes I cheated on the word count a bit, but hey. It’s Friday when to overdose if not on Friday, right?
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100 mg of Car 11/22/2024
He was proud of his new car, a dark green Plymouth Volaré. Visiting from NH, my brother and I ran an errand with him, in his new Volaré. Heading down a straightaway on CT-184, gas pedal to the floor showing what his beauty could do. Miles down the road, the red light turned to green and he turned left into oncoming traffic. Luckily she was paying attention--only a minor fender bender. Important information was exchanged. “You can drive the rest of the way”--on my learner’s permit. “Don’t tell your grandmother!”. The day I learned Grampa hid his drinking.
Gary Numan Was Right!
Here in my car, I feel safest of all. Or, at least I did until this pervert started poking himself through the window. Why is it impossible to just be left alone? Even in the arse end of nowhere there’s freaks out the wazoo.
“Mate, what you doing?” I ask, but he’s off his gourd on something—spice or monkey dust, probably. It’s everywhere that shit.
I’m half tempted to just roll the window up and chop it off. Wonder if you’d get banged up for that? I knew I shouldn’t have parked near the hospital.