It was one of those morning strolls where the gentle sky spread over the horizon and a solitary cloud hung overhead. Alexa came to a crosswalk, where she stopped to let a car turn. Conversely, the man driving the car pulled up and rolled his passenger side window down. “You need a ride?” he warmly asked.
At first she didn’t say anything, she just looked at him—his car; her eyes ran down the length of his peculiar vehicle and back to this man’s eyes. For a moment, she thought, why on earth would a sinfully gorgeous man be driving a piece of odd-looking, spray-painted sixties tin with a bed of flowers on its roof?! “No, thank you,” she kindly refused, but shoot him a look that meant, NO WAY MISTER! I’M NOT RIDING YOUR HIPPIE CAR.
“Suit yourself,” he said and winked.
Then, as if fate begged to disagree, droplets of rain started to pour from the puffy cloud that now started to sprawl. “Seriously?!” she yelled and came running after the car which slowed to a halt, “Sorry, I think I need a ride.”
Here’s for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).
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