IT WASN’T MY FAULT

 

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are this week gathered around a damaged car at an auto body shop. We’ve gathered again to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Rochelle herself. Thanks, Rochelle.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/05/10/12-may-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

IT WASN’T MY FAULTΒ by P.S. Joshi

It was Brenda’s first day driving on her own in the used car her dad bought for her. She came quietly into the house.

“How’d it go sweetheart?” her mother asked.

When she didn’t answer, her dad leaned forward in his chair.

“Something’s wrong. What’s wrong?”

Immense tears streamed down Brenda’s cheeks.

Her dad rushed outside. “What the hell? This door mirror is crushed.”

Brenda walked outside, feet dragging.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…IΒ parked it and it was like that when I came out to get in.”

“Okay, darlin’, I understand. It happened to me once.”

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49 thoughts on “IT WASN’T MY FAULT

    • Thanks, Diana. I’m pleased you liked the story. My son when in high school parked his used car one time near a store and came out to find the whole chrome strip on one side ripped off. There was no note left. —- Suzanne

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    • Thanks, James. There is often no note left in cases like that. Someone ripped the chrome strip off my son’s used car while it was in a parking lot. There was no note left. I’m pleased you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Bridget. Yes, she was afraid her dad would be mad. The first day our son drove a used car his dad bought for him someone in a parking lot tore off the side strip of chrome. He felt about it but it wasn’t his fault. My husband understood. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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