“Hey Emery,” Raymond said to his old friend. “Whatever happened to that old, light green Ford flatbed truck you used to have back in the day?”
“Oh, you mean old Nellybelle?” Emery said. “I finally had to put that old workhorse out to pasture.”
“So you traded her in, huh?” Raymond asked.
“Nah, I didn’t trade her in, Raymond,” Emery said. “She wasn’t worth a bucket of spit at the end.”
“So you junked her?” Raymond asked.
“Nah,” Emery said. “Like I told you, I put her out to pasture. Literally. She’s sitting out in the pasture behind the barn.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Bill Reynolds.