One Man’s Vintage…



Joan twirled into the kitchen where Bob was washing his hands, having carefully arranged the old metal cart with various other artefacts on the forecourt.

“What do you think of my new dress?” she asked coyly.

“Pretty, but it doesn’t look new,” replied her hopelessly unromantic husband.

“It’s vintage, it cost a mint.  I bought it for the party Saturday night.”

“Still think it looks second-hand,” he mumbled.

An unexpected reflection made Joan glance out of the window; she recoiled in horror.

“What is all that junk on the forecourt?  Get rid of it Bob.”

“That’s not junk, it’s vintage!”

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.


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