Arnie’s Revival
I looked at the red car in awe. The man stood by me. “Nine-thousand and she's yours.” The cars’ white and red shiny fins gleamed. My dream car...right in front of me. I couldn't believe it, I had found it.
A green stash of money was in my back pocket, I had been saving it for six months. Upon staring at the 1958 Plymouth I decided he needed a name if I were to buy him. He reminded me of Christine. A car that had been in a book I'd read. “May I take a look at the car and sit in it?” I said nervously.
“Why, sure!” The man replied. I opened the car door, my heart kept skipping beats as I scanned the car. I sat in the driver's seat. The interior white and red.
I smiled and muttered “Arnie…”
I put my hands on the wheel.
I looked at the red car in awe. The man stood by me. “Nine-thousand and she's yours.” The cars’ white and red shiny fins gleamed. My dream car...right in front of me. I couldn't believe it, I had found it.
A green stash of money was in my back pocket, I had been saving it for six months. Upon staring at the 1958 Plymouth I decided he needed a name if I were to buy him. He reminded me of Christine. A car that had been in a book I'd read. “May I take a look at the car and sit in it?” I said nervously.
“Why, sure!” The man replied. I opened the car door, my heart kept skipping beats as I scanned the car. I sat in the driver's seat. The interior white and red.
I smiled and muttered “Arnie…”
I put my hands on the wheel.