Cars, decorated and half-buried.

Photo Copyright: Jean L. Hays

Here we are again this week. Today we’re sitting in virtual folding chairs across from a virtual tourist attraction where three cars are buried slanting skyward. We’re here to once more discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Jean L. Hays. Thanks, Jean.

To read the group’s other stories, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box after clicking on the link. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:


Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


Lois’ first car was bought by her dad using the small amount of money left her by her grandfather. When he made out the Will, he’d been divorced by her grandmother and said, “Lois is probably the only one who’ll outlive Martha.”

Time proved him almost right. Grandma Martha died at the age of 97.

Lois kept a diary. She wrote:

“Dad and I went to the downtown used car lot. Dad favored an old, black, four-door sedan.

“I looked inside and said, ‘Dad, I can see the ground through a hole in the floor.'”

“Good enough,” he said.




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19 thoughts on “LOIS’ FIRST CAR

  1. Dear Suzanne,

    My first car was a 1971 VW Beetle. It also had a hole in the floor. It was a royal blue lemon, but it was my first and I have some good memories of it nonetheless.




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