Thursday, 30 September 2010

100 Words: New toys

We turn up early so my dad can show us his new toy. It’s parked outside, diminutive, battleship grey. Even I am slightly surprised by the red scorpion decal on the bonnet.

Near the motorway, he presses a button on the dashboard, marked "SPORT". The vehicle approaches warp speed.

Later, Kelly describes it as like being on a fairground ride, only more dangerous.

"Why did you buy such a fast car?" I ask. He beams. I somehow know his answer before he says it.

"You should see the looks on the spotty boy racers’ faces when the lights turn green."

[Suggested by The fearless threader.]

8 comments:

Jeannie said...

What, no time-warp mechanism? ;-)

Yes, scary!

Anonymous said...

I know your game, Mr Street. You want us to beg for more.

With so many fresh, plump words to choose from - why not treat yourself to a few hundred more?

Go on, you know you love it.

Helen

Moannie said...

A collection of the shortest short stories. I'd buy it.

Mr London Street said...

And just so I know, which Helen are you?

ellen abbott said...

I love this! I relate to this on SO many levels. With this one you have earned every friggin' fan.

Judearoo said...

Ha! Love the kiddish glee in this one.

Mimi said...

Lol at the last line, I love to do that too, just very occasionally!

Mr London Street said...

Lovely comments on this one - thank you!

Moannie - That's a really kind thing to say. Since all other conventional avenues to publishing aren't exactly bearing fruit maybe I should consider a nice book of 100 Word stories that people can keep by the toilet. I think a chap called Dan Rhodes did a book called Anthropologies which is made up of 101 stories, each 101 words, but to be honest it didn't do much for me.

Ellen - Why did you relate?

Judearoo - Once of the things I love most about my dad is that the older he gets, the younger he becomes.

Mimi - My dad has ALWAYS done it. I remember when my uncle first came over from Canada and my dad picked him up at the airport. Later on my uncle, who worked in a nuclear power plant, said nothing had ever scared him quite as much as my dad in charge of a black Citroen ZX.