Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt Week

 

Welcome! This week is picture prompt week. When you read my story, you'll understand why I picked this picture. And, yes, it's another episode of "The Kicker" story. Don't forget to visit the other authors and read their stories. You can find them HERE. Thanks for stopping by!

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"Damn. This car takes forever to heat up."

"I know, I know," Connie said, turning to look out the window. "I need a new car. You guys are a broken record."

Merrily stepped on the gas and the old car leaped into action. Doing ten miles over the speed limit felt like they were flying. She hit the brakes and the car jerked to a halt in front of the house.

"What the Hell?" Connie peered out the window. "Someone is parked in my driveway! The nerve. I'm calling the Sheriff."

Merrily grabbed her arm. "No! Don't."

"Mom. That's not somebody else's car."

"Well it sure ain't mine," Connie replied.

"Actually, it is." Courtney giggled.

"What?"

"Santa made a visit while we were away. And he dropped this car here just for you. 'Cause he knew you needed it," Merrily said.

"Oh, come on. I stopped believing in fairytales a long time ago."

"Go. Take a look."

Connie stepped out. The car, a shiny silver SUV stood proudly in her driveway, looking like it belonged there.

"Sure wish this was mine," she mumbled.

The girls joined her.

"Open the door, Mom," Courtney said.

Connie did. She spied a key sitting on the driver's seat. "What the?"

"It's from us, Mom," Courtney said.

"Yeah. You needed it. So we bought it."

"Outright, Mom. No payments. It's yours. Hank at the Ford Dealership took this car in a trade-in."

"You bought this?"

"Yep. We got a really good price."

Connie laughed.

"Get in. Turn it on. It's got a lot of stuff. Safety stuff," Courtney said.

Connie fingered the key, then put her hand over her eyes. "You two. You're just incredible," she mumbled.

Merrily hugged her mother. "Come on, Mom. Give us a ride."

Connie wiped her cheeks with her fingers and smiled.