Little did we know that Grandpa was a collector. He patted the dusty red hood of a ’37 Chevy. “This here’s Juliette. She was an Army ambulance back in the day. Saved a stack of lives.” Grandpa Givens lovingly caressed it. “I love her, and she loves me too. I can feel it.”
“Okay Dad,” said Elle, grinning at his enthusiasm.
Two months later, Elle heard the strangled voice of her father on the phone. She drove to his home fast as she could. Graciela, the housekeeper, said he’d already driven to the hospital. Elle raced off again, now worrying about an accident. At the hospital, Grandpa Givens was fine. Naturally, his concern lay with his truck, Juliette, parked outside.
Doctors and interns huddled over the old Chevy at the emergency entrance. “What are you guys doing?” asked Elle.
“Nothing,” said a doctor. He pointed to the empty engine compartment. “Just wondering how Mr. Givens drove it here!”
Each week on Monday, it’s time to finish the story. The idea is to write on from a starting sentence and, using the photo prompt, finish the story. This is my offering. Look here to see the other stories: http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/mondays-finish-the-story-october-27th-2014/