
“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.”
(100 words)
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Bill Reynolds.
Perhaps he can grow flowers in it.
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Haha! Literal punches are always good. 🙂
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great story
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Thanks.
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A great place for Nellybelle to retire.
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Indeed it is!
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Thanks for making me laugh Fandango.
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Thank you, Jim. I trust you were laughing with me and not at me! 😏
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Of course, the language sounded so authentic with that bucket of spit, and it made me laugh.
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“It’s a goat, my Lord, in a flat bed Ford, slowing down to take a look at me.”
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Excellent! 👏
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A happy retirement is always welcome 😀
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The truck earned lawn ornament status. Ha, ha!
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