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“She’s all yours Alex?”
Alex blinked once, twice and a third time as he stared slack jawed at the beautiful car that he’d been helping his dad rebuild all summer. “But dad, I can’t take your car.”
The car keys sailed through the air over the glossy black and sky blue paint of the hood as Alex’s father tossed them to him. “Be sure you catch those. Don’t want to scratch the paint.”
He caught them with a quick reach that he’d learned in summer after summer of little league and high school baseball. Alex looked at the distinctive pentagon shape of the Mopar keys as he ran his thumb over them. They were old and dinged up from more than ten years of being on his dad’s key ring along with the keys to their house, the tractors, the truck and his mom’s car.
“She’s mine,” he swallowed hard as he carefully unlocked the driver’s door. “Dad this is heaven you know that right? I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life than this.”
“Alex you’re seventeen. I’m sure someday you’ll want something more than my hand me down Challenger.”
“Your perfect, like the day she was brought off the show room floor, 1970 Challenger Dad,” Alex said as he slid the key into the ignition. The engine started with one twist of the key, and Alex’s dad slipped into the passenger seat. “Where do you want to go dad?”
“The road’s yours Alex. You pick the direction. I’m just along for the ride.”
Alex Tully
DRIVE
255 words
Prompt: 234![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
theatrical_muse
Alex blinked once, twice and a third time as he stared slack jawed at the beautiful car that he’d been helping his dad rebuild all summer. “But dad, I can’t take your car.”
The car keys sailed through the air over the glossy black and sky blue paint of the hood as Alex’s father tossed them to him. “Be sure you catch those. Don’t want to scratch the paint.”
He caught them with a quick reach that he’d learned in summer after summer of little league and high school baseball. Alex looked at the distinctive pentagon shape of the Mopar keys as he ran his thumb over them. They were old and dinged up from more than ten years of being on his dad’s key ring along with the keys to their house, the tractors, the truck and his mom’s car.
“She’s mine,” he swallowed hard as he carefully unlocked the driver’s door. “Dad this is heaven you know that right? I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life than this.”
“Alex you’re seventeen. I’m sure someday you’ll want something more than my hand me down Challenger.”
“Your perfect, like the day she was brought off the show room floor, 1970 Challenger Dad,” Alex said as he slid the key into the ignition. The engine started with one twist of the key, and Alex’s dad slipped into the passenger seat. “Where do you want to go dad?”
“The road’s yours Alex. You pick the direction. I’m just along for the ride.”
Alex Tully
DRIVE
255 words
Prompt: 234
theatrical_muse
ecstatic