“A pile of junk,” she had called it.
“My pile of junk,” Tim had responded, knowing then that if it came to choice, it would not be her he’d choose. And not because he cared for wheels and metal more than for flesh and blood. If Daria could not see why Poppa’s beloved Greenhorn was worth saving, she could not see worth where it sat.
Flesh and blood. Heart and soul. Memories and family.
His only. Family.
Daria found a man with a Jaguar.
Tim renovated Poppa’s car.
“A classic!” she exclaimed.
Flesh and heart. Worthy of Poppa’s car.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Brenda Cox