Wee travel narrative
Thursday, 30 August 2018
“Look, mountains, Mabel.”
“And foggy wisps in the valleys, Stanley.”
“Quite the sunset, Stanley.”
“Pretty clouds, too, Mabel. Wispy.”
“Old Chevy on that flatbed, Stanley.”
“I miss those wide whitewalls. I always wanted nice whitewalls, but they charged more. I never knew if it was because it cost more to make them or if they could simply get buyers to pay more.”
The End. No basis in reality; this is a work of fiction.