
PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds
I always wondered how I could buy the abandoned truck and fix her up. My brother had been dreaming of owning a flatbed truck since he was five and saw one in a cartoon. I knew this abandoned truck had to be for sale… right? One Friday afternoon I got the nerve to look through the car for information on the owner. I wasn’t sure if I should have been more surprised about the gun, the blood or the bag of money stuffed under the seat. Before I thought too long about the consequences, I took the money and ran.
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