Sun Touched – Friday Fictioneers

Photo by Al Forbes

“What kind of people use one car to drag along another car?” I asked my mom.

She looked over to me, her eyes squinting in the sun, her wrinkles reaching across her round face. It was a dark face–one the sun knew well, having placed its rough touch on her long ago and never releasing it. It was a wonderful, yet harsh embrace that I was just beginning to learn.

“People much richer than us,” she said simply, and turned back to watch the spectacle.

*Written in response to the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.


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