The first time Marvin saw her he knew he was in love. Suzanne was bent over the fender of an old jalopy, removing the fan belt. Her shapely backside was comfortably fit into a slightly baggy pair of dirty coveralls. He’d been sent to deliver a carburetor to John Carver’s place, but had no idea the order had been placed by old man Carver’s daughter.
Having an interest in vehicle restoration, Marvin struck up a conversation with Suzanne about the truck and before he knew it, they’d set a date… to work on it together.
For the next several months the pair toiled for hours under the hood. They’d also spent time inside the roomy interior when her father wasn’t at home.
The day Mr. Carver returned home early to discover his sweet daughter playing doctor instead of mechanic was the day Marvin was chased off the property at gunpoint. He was warned never to return.
Marvin was heartbroken. Years passed and he never forgot his first love: that beautifully restored 1930 Ford Model A pickup truck. Once in a while he kind of missed Suzanne too.
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.
I am not a car aficionado so I’m fairly sure I got the make and model of the vehicle in the photo wrong, but the Ford truck is similar so I figured it worked. My apologies to the auto experts.]