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.”
Genie in a Box: Words and thoughts from Eugenia Parrish, Author 
That was sweet. I almost went the “why” route… but yours is way better!
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Thanks, Dale! It was fun. I do wonder sometimes why so many of my “Fictioneers” stories seem to have an old man and a young one. I have neither one in my life right now! >D
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It’s a weird thing about this challenge…
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The toilet roll thing is certainly very strange.
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I don’t usually talk about society but I’m really puzzled by this. Anyway, thanks for visiting my blog!
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Dear Genia,
We have a Western Auto sign in downtown Kansas City that has become a landmark. Even though the company is long gone, the sign remains. Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle
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