Flash Fiction – 9th Ed.
I’ve had automobiles on my mind recently since it’s that time of year to take care of registration. We’re enjoying the thrills of state inspections and retitling, so hooray for us. Standing in line at the DMV provided me a lot of time to consider this flash offering. It’s not strictly Science Fiction, but you might call it speculative historical fiction. Or something like that.
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The rules are simple: create a 100-word (more or less) work with a general plot. Include the photo with an appropriate citation, because that’s considered appropriate and civilized.
Hank unplugged the bulky contraption and started it. The machine hummed but made no cloud of exhaust.
“See, Granddad, it runs on batteries alone,” Hank said.
The dour old man’s expression soured even more. His gaze fell on his grandson.
“Ridiculous,” the older man said.
“It’s a prototype,” Hank explained, “We can refine the design.”
“Pfft,” the old man said, “Who would ever want to buy an electric car, Hank? You’d do much better to name a model after your father.”
Hank coiled the cord and followed his grandfather out of the garage.
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