Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck
It’s a picture perfect day.
The fragrant, spring breeze stretches out to caress the azure skies.
The children are out armed with, Little Hearts and Ginger ale.
Uncle Bill’s rusty, blue truck stands straddled against the edge of the hillock.
Lazing on the other side of the dilapidated wheels, are Uncle Bill and Aunt Janice. There’s Champagne and mezze platter.
Reminiscing their adventures from yesteryears: That chance meeting when Uncle Bill had almost bumped Aunt Janice off the cliff, driving his blue truck. Rest is what they call history.
“Happy sweet Valentine’s!” together chime the children, as the couple clink their champagne glasses.
I’m not colour blind, yes. 😉 It’s a teal truck, but close enough to being a calming blue-green. Aye! Aye!
Sharing two love songs that I quite enjoy; from Paris, the City of Love.
A little late to the party, but thanks to our fabulous hostess with the mostest, Rochelle for the Friday Fictioneers.
Read a bunch of fascinating tales here.
Since this tale has music, hoping in with the adorable girls, Marie and Cathy for their Monday Mewsic Move too.