“Pricey, but they’re an investment.”
Michel nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
He had returned to the garage, to celebrate his success with his old workmates. But with his new hair, teeth, and body… no-one recognised him.
The dirty mechanic changed the Merc’s tyres, and Michel recalled the nagging to get out, to make something of his life…
Eventually he had.
I’m a fool.
I’ve nothing in common with them now.
“Good tyres are reliable, keep you on track, get you where you’re supposed to be. When they’re worn out, well, it’s time to change.”
A lot like good friends.
(Word Count 100)
A Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Blog (click here to check out all the stories). The aim is to look at the photo prompt, and write a piece of flash fiction inspired by the photo using only 100 words.
Interestingly enough, this started out as a funny piece – Michel was short for Michelin – aka the Michelin Man, who was to return unrecognisable after dieting loosing his ‘spare tyres’. Whilst I couldn’t get the funny story to work… well Im mostly satisfied with the end result. I probably could have used another one-hundred words… but of course, that’s entirely against the point.
Let me know what you think in the comments, and thanks for reading.