Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction

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The Assignment: The idea of Photo Fiction is write a story of around 100-200 words (which is also called Flash Fiction) based on a photo as a prompt. In this particular photo fiction, the story must be based on the photo below.

Photo Credit: Al Forbes

Photo Credit: Al Forbes

 

The voice of Bobby Rydell crooned from the car sound system.

“Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild, Wildwood days.”

The songs of summer were nearly drowned out by the usual nagging chant from the back seat.

“Quiet down kids, I’m trying to enjoy the radio. We’ll be in Wildwood before you know it.”

“Dad, please can we, can we please?”

“Yeah Dad. Can we? There goes another ice cream stand. Can we please stop for ice cream cones?”

“Listen up kids. We’ll be in Wildwood soon and the array of junk food at your disposal and my wallet will be enough. Quiet down, I love these old summer songs.”

“And then those party lights wild, wild Wildwood nights.”

“It’s so hot Dad. Ice cream would be great right now.”

George smiled and looked over at his wife. He took his left hand off the steering wheel and pressed the button. “Ah the miracle of electric windows.”

“There you go kids. Fresh air never hurt anyone. We can even smell the salty sea air now.”

“Oh baby, every day’s a holiday and every night is a Saturday night.”

Exiting the Garden State Parkway onto Rio Grande Avenue, George began singing along.


 

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10 responses

  1. Arlee Bird says:

    Reminds me of family trips with my parents.

    Arlee Bird
    A to Z Challenge Co-host
    Road trippin’ with A to Z
    Tossing It Out

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  2. EagleAye says:

    Ah! A happy slice of Americana. You paint a pleasant picture. I really enjoyed this. 🙂

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  3. Birgit says:

    Ah the wonderful days of yesteryear. Mind you my dad would stop since he loved ice cream himself

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  4. Very easy to imagine and be part of the story. I wanted him to stop at the ice cream stand. 😀 😀

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  5. Danny James says:

    I must have driven my father crazy because I was like that as a kid. I could tell the difference between a 55 chevy and a ford from about 1/4 mile away.

    DJ

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