Tiny led the way, cupping his hand at shoulder height in a come-hither fashion.
“Ahh.” His friend, Sammy, whimpered and bit a knuckle as he crashed into the hallway wall.
“Don’t be such a girl. Do you want to see or not?” Tiny turned the glass doorknob to the last room.
“W-oo-w! How come you never showed me before?” Sammy shoved up his thick glasses.
Tiny pushed out his chest and rocked on his heels. “Didn’t think you’d be interested?”
“Awesome. How many models are here?”
“About a hundred, different years and makes. Don’t touch.”
“Took your brother a long time, huh? You ever help?”
“Nah. The glue smell makes me puke.”
“This black car—oops.”
Sammy’s mouth dropped. Eyes enormous, he let out a squeal.
On his knees, ears on fire, Tiny’s chin whipped over his shoulder.
“What are you boys doing in here?”
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The Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan is here. The theme: Boys and Their Toys. For rules and how to join, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/
The word limit for Models is 150 words. I used them all.