Passing Lane
Sally was the twin who took chances. A cherry-lipped brunette with a Louise Brook’s bob, she turned heads in traffic. That’s how she met her late husband, in her little red mustang; he couldn’t take his eyes off her. By the third stoplight on Martin Luther King Boulevard, he proposed. The next week, they married in the Doo Wop Diner chapel in Vegas. They both got free gas cards. Susie rolled her eyes when she heard the news. Every morning, Sally poured him a glass of O.J. and served him a short stack of cookies. He was quick & easy.
Photo Credit: Matthias Ripp
In 100 words you managed to create a deep and rich history of character, place, and relational dynamic. Another excellent chunk of beauty.
I drove a silver Mustang with red, racing stripes and a red interior when I met my first husband in 1982. What I wouldn’t give to have that car back–not the husband. Great, vivid pictures from your story!
Bravissima! I dated a girl long ago who had a hot red Ford Mustang. Brings back memories.