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THIS IS A 100 WORDS CONTEST ENTRY

FOUR ON THE FLOOR

Published by LANNING | Monday, November 01, 2010 11:23 PM


BR 100 word contest (November)


Dad clutches, "First" . . . "Second" . . . "Third," and I shift from the "death seat." On H1, we'll fly into fourth.

The first three times his black '64 Impala's stolen, it's undamaged. He parks right outside our front door to keep an eye on his baby.

Today it's storming. We're in the car waiting for a break in the downpour. Suddenly my dad throws open his door. Slam! I look. A neighbor boy's down on all fours. Dad offers a mechanical hand.

"I'm okay," he mumbles, bleeding. Rocking upright, he wobbles off.

Dad closes the door. "He steals my car," he says, nodding.



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