“Hey, Chev!” Dorothy called out to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala. “Going out with that horse? It’s not my favorite pair but suit yourself.”
Ace snorted loudly as he eyed the white Cadillac beside them. “Is this the one, Chevy?”
Chevy has seen Dorothy the day Marcus, her owner, received that dreadful foreclosure notice. Marcus lost his home to the bank, concurrently, losing his whole life, too. She hated Dorothy and the bank since then.
“You’re looking rather sleek today.” Ace walked towards Dorothy, appraising her body. “A Cadillac Escalade?”
“2016. The latest model.” Dorothy grinned with pride.
“I see… So your owner came here to take the Marcus’ ranch. Four decades— the man has been working up a sweat living his own life.”
Dorothy noticed anger in Ace’s voice and refuted, “He’s just doing his job. He didn’t—
A loud smashing sound left Dorothy startled. The last thing she remembered was the sight of her shattered headlights and damaged wing before Ace gave one last angry jolt, “Tell that professional crook I’ll kick his capitalist butt.”
Word Count: 175
© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
P.S. I missed this!! ❤
This one is inspired by a documentary I was watching last night. Michael Moore’s Capitalism: A love story.
Enjoy more stories here: