I was never a “convertible person.” Hot in the summer. Cold in the winter. Buggy. Windy. Nope. Not for me.
But … I had to admit, I looked good. Red was definitely my color.
A horn blasted and I shifted my gaze to the truck also reflected in the store window. Resisting the urge to flip them off, I meekly waved. They roared past me, blasting exhaust.
As that rumble faded, the sound from the trunk grew louder. Time to get back to the task at hand.
I indulged in one last look. Yes. Red definitely was my color.
Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story for the inspiration.