They couldn’t believe how lucky they were to have stumbled upon the old, abandoned station wagon in a field outside of town. It was surrounded by thick brush and couldn’t be seen from the road.
Sure, it was rusty, the wheels were off, and the engine was gone. But it still had its windshield and all of the windows. The steering wheel remained attached to the dashboard and it had vinyl seats with only a few rips.
Tim and Mike made the abandoned vehicle their summer headquarters. They pretended they were in the army and it was a Sherman tank. They were long haul truck drivers. They were NASCAR race drivers. They were piloting a speed boat.
They had a great time that summer until Tim told his father about their discovery. Fearing that the boys might get hurt playing around an old abandoned car, Tim’s father had the car towed away to the junk yard.
Mike never forgave Tim for the betrayal. But years later, Tim purchased the old car from the junk dealer and contacted Mike, who had since moved away.
“I have a car restoration project for you,” Tim said to Mike. “Are you interested?”
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner from Roger Shipp. Image credit: MorgueFile April 1408991814e81x2.