Here’s my story via this week’s photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Friday Fictioneers.
The boy craned his neck, staring upward at the outlandish sign.
“Grandpa, how’d they put that car way up there?”
“Probably used some kind of a crane.”
“Why’d they do it?”
“You’d have to ask the guy who put it there.”
“Is he in that there diner?”
“I doubt it. It’s been closed for a lot of years.”
“How come he didn’t take the car down, then?”
“Maybe he lost the crane.”
The boy pondered the sign for a moment. “You know something, Grandpa? I hope he never finds it.”
“Me too, boy. Me too.”