Parked Edsels

 Copyright — Jean L. Hays

Here we are this week gathered in a virtual small-town parking lot. We’re  sitting on folding chairs under an awning–it’s a warm day for November. We’ve gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s weekly challenge. Our gracious and talented hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has called us to meet. The challenge is to each write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. The prompt this week was supplied by Jean L Hays. Thanks Jean.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

 Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words


Two Edsels were parked in the city lot of the small town of Dingley, North Carolina.

“Hey hon,” said the rose-colored Edsel to her neighbor. “What the heck did they do to you?”

“Well,” said the marigold-and-white Edsel, “my owner decided to go into the snow- plow and ditch-digging business. He said there was no sense leavin’ me just sit around and turn into a rust bucket. He might as well make use of me since he couldn’t resell me.”

“How’s it goin’?” asked Rose.

“Oh, it’s alright,” said Marigold,”but I’m no longer a glamour girl.”



27 thoughts on “TRANSFORMATION

    • Thanks Sandra. I’m so glad you liked the story. I got the names from the colors of the cars. I looked up the yellow color and found it called marigold. I made the cars female so the names worked well. 🙂 — Susan


  1. Actually since Edsels were failures right from the start, I take it that the glamour girl image was kind of a fantasy of Marigold’s right from the start as well. But as long as she believed it, the illusion helped her overcome hard times. Nice story, Susan!


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