“It’s a deathtrap.”
“No, think of it with a shiny new coat of paint.”
“Still a deathtrap.”
“No, it will be the perfect van for going cross country.”
“I’m not going anywhere in that.”
“Just wait, you’ll see.”
“I see a deathtrap.”
“Think of it with a whole new interior.”
“Deathtrap.”
“Think positive for a moment.”
“Still a deathtrap.”
Six months later, Cassy sat on the hood, watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean after driving alone from Richmond, Virginia to California. She raised her glass, tapped it against the hood and said, “Here’s to a perfect friendship.”
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A one track mind lead to paradise. Love it!
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I thought for sure that this story was going to have a bad ending. A happy surprise that it didn’t. I could use some happy this week. Thanks!
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An enigmatic ending, since she travelled alone. Maybe friendship is being able to let go
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Not such a deathtrap after all then! Nice one.
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Dear Athling,
Guess it wasn’t a deathtrap after all. Sounds like someone missed out on a great road trip.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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good for her. against all odds, sometimes you get lucky. 🙂
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Her van doesn’t talk back 🙂 I’m glad she decided to go alone anyway.
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Well done, she had faith, it’s only a deathtrap when you give up on it.
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Ah, the power of positive thinking.
With enough money, and a lot of hard work, any old jalopy can be made road worthy.
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Nicely done. Cassy believes in the power of positive thinking and look where it got her.
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I love this. She’s better off with her new car-friend than that permanently negative human friend.
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Aw what a lovely ending.
Still I think I’d avoid the death-trap too.
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Something told me this would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. And it was! Lovely!
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Bon Voyage!
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I think the van should be named death trap!
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