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Parade

It was scandalous. Grandpa was ninety-six years old, blind in one eye, half-deaf, and so fat it was debatable whether he could get his rotund self behind the wheel. But he had insisted until the family gave up.
And who knew? He had restored the jalopy in his youth and knew it the way a mother knew her own child. Maybe instinct would see him through.
Then a voice from the back seat.
“How much farther? Hand me another beer. I’m parched!”
Sharon sighed. Grandpa and his car were going to be the most memorable entry in this year’s parade.
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Al Forbes.

7 comments:

Sheilagh Lee said...

ha ha great story

January 25, 2017 at 7:30 PM
Alice Audrey said...

LOL

Uh oh. I hope he doesn't take out too many of the people on the sidewalk as he veers off.

January 25, 2017 at 9:36 PM
Dale said...

Oh dear... not the kind of entry they were hoping for.

January 25, 2017 at 10:02 PM
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields said...

Dear Ann,

In thinking back on an episode of The Honeymooners, I hope they don't have to use Vaseline to get Grandpa out of the car. It will be a memorable parade indeed.

I believe a welcome to Friday Fictioneers is in order.

Shalom,

Rochelle

January 26, 2017 at 4:00 AM
Jae Rose said...

memorable for who i wonder - i am glad to see your parade :-)

January 29, 2017 at 6:39 AM
Alicia said...

Grandpa sounds like a hooot!

January 29, 2017 at 2:08 PM
Anya Padyam said...

"|:) FUnny

February 1, 2017 at 5:05 PM