The man drove Chloe along Interstate 70 in a ’69 Chevy Impala with four doors and frost green paint. They’d seen the United Nations building (She’d liked the flags.); a giant timepiece (She hadn’t understood.); and the world’s largest ball of twine (She’d been bored.).
The highway shimmered in the heat. With the windows down, wind whipped Chloe’s hair into a gilded tangle. Slung over the frame, her pale arm burned.
At a gas station, while the man pumped, Chloe called from the passenger seat. She wanted an ice cream. Whatever kept his little cherub happy on the road.
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Friday Fictioneers: 100-word stories; The story I added to the Inlinkz page for this prompt is linked here, A Wrinkle; My other “Chloe” flash is here, Hush; photo: ©Jennifer Pendergrast
March 15, 2017 at 2:06 pm
Ice cream solves so many problems😂
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March 15, 2017 at 2:10 pm
So it does. Thank you for reading.
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March 17, 2017 at 5:16 am
After sitting through the world’s largest ball of twine she deserved ice cream.
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March 17, 2017 at 8:20 am
I have yet to see it for myself, but I’ve seen pictures. 🙂
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March 17, 2017 at 8:59 am
I’ve seen the picture too, but I wouldn’t drive across the parking lot to see it in person.
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March 17, 2017 at 9:06 am
Stop! How do you do it? …through text comments make me laugh.
And now, I feel tarnished…because I’ve extracted this innocent piece from a really terrible story, deceiving my public. In my defense, I did post warnings!
Thanks as always for reading.
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March 17, 2017 at 9:41 am
I did enjoy your two takes on this.
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March 17, 2017 at 9:43 am
Thank you again. I appreciate that you’ve taken the time to comment.
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March 17, 2017 at 9:53 am
You are welcome.
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