Every second Friday T.C. banked his paycheck, withdrawing the barest minimum for smokes, pool and beer. Afterwards, he hoofed home for supper before meeting the guys at the pool hall.
The door slammed hard with a thump. “That you, T.C?” His father’s voice cracked.
“Yes, sir? Everything okay?”
His father jumped up and paced. “Sit.” Humph. “Old Murph’s ready to let go of the ‘71 Mustang.”
T.C. stared, jaw flapping like plastic in the wind.
“Want to pay a visit after supper?”
The teenager nodded, luminous eyes enormous. “I’ve loved that car—geez—no kidding?”
“What shape’s it in?”
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The word limit for Car is 100 words. I used them all.