Friday Fictioneers

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Joe seeing his favorite ride, sitting there, rusting, and ruined was nostalgic. He hid in that spot years ago being chased by the sheriff when he thought speeding down Main Street was fun. He loved that Chevy. To think those pranks we kids did were horrible, it’s lucky my parents aren’t alive these days when violence is rampant. Joe hauled the car there when it no longer drove, and left it. Remembering Betty and the guys, the many good times they had in that car…smiling to himself, said “so long” to the Chevy that had given him so much pleasure.

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5 September 2025

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