Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
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We were headed out and onto and into the dream. Our Love Bug was red. Our degrees were still hot off the press. We were going to San Francisco, and we each had one hundred dollars. It was June in Chicago in 1967. I trusted you with my life.
I was lying down in the car, with my head somewhat uncomfortably on your lap, looking at the stars through the front windshield. “What’s the first thing you wanna do when we reach San Francisco, Sal?” I asked.
We were headed for summer.
photo prompt: ©Jean L. Hays