OLWG #287- For Sale

I’m a day late, but this week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. A bit longer than normal, but I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Maynard woke that fine July morning and made his way downstairs. Today was his birthday. He was eighteen years old. He cocooned deeper into the duvet.
Warm, comfortable, lazy
He wanted to spend the day in bed, but caught the scent of bacon frying in the kitchen so he rolled out of the covers and put his feet on the floor. He had no plans for the day, was just planning to take it as it came.
Downstairs his mother spotted him from the kitchen, “Morning, Birthday Boy.” She called cheerily, “How do you want your eggs?”
He looked at her questioningly.
“Oh, right,” she said, “scrambled.”
As they sat down to breakfast together she mentioned, almost casually, “I almost forgot to tell you, I got you a little something for your birthday. It’s outside in front of the garage door, but finish your breakfast before you go look.”
Maynard nodded and kept eating, “What’d you get me?” he asked.
“Eat, and then go see for yourself.”
After having his fill he grabbed his mom’s hand, “Come on then,” he said to her, “Show me what you got for your favourite son.”
“My only son,” she teased and pretended to hang back. “Just go take a look.”
He let her go and tried to peek out the front window, but couldn’t see the garage door. He stepped outside and saw a bright red Honda CRF250 trail bike, just like the picture in the magazine he wanted.
“Holy shit, Mom, is this for me?”
She nodded her head, and smiled at her son.
“Can I take it for a ride?”
She kept smiling and nodded again. “I don’t expect to see you much today,” she said, “go have a good time.
Maynard ran back inside and grabbed the two sets of keys that his mother was dangling. He changed his clothes and called Jamie to arrange a rendezvous at the cottonwood tree. Then, with a quick, “See you later, Mom,” he was gone.
The bike was a dream; it purred and got him to the meeting point in almost no time. A kid, maybe a couple of years older than Maynard sat in the sand beneath the tree, leaning up against the trunk. Maynard didn’t recognize him.
“Nice bike,” the kid said
“Thanks, I just got it.”
“Want to sell it?”
“I don’t think so,” May said.
“I’ll give you $5000.00,” the kid offered, “but you’ll have to give me a ride home.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I have cash.”
Maynard thought about the offer for a short time and nodded his head in agreement, “OK, where do you live?”
The kid stood up, dusted himself off and walked over to Maynard with his hand outstretched. “I’m Chris,” The two boys shook on the deal. The kid hopped on the back of the bike, behind Maynard and they took off with Chris giving directions.
The ride was only about fifteen minutes and when they arrived at Chris’ house Maynard said, “Give me the money and I’ll leave you with the bike. I’ll walk home, and then tomorrow morning I’ll come back and sign over the title.”
Chris shook his head slightly back and forth, considering, “I don’t know,” he said, “doesn’t seem right.”
“I’m leaving you with the bike, man. I’ll be back.”
“OK, OK.”
Chris was inside for about five minutes and came back out to hand Maynard fifty crisp one hundred dollar bills.
The boys shook hands again, and then Maynard turned and walked away. At the corner he looked over his shoulder, Chris was watching. Maynard smiled and waved. Chris waved back and went inside the house.
When he saw Chris go inside, Maynard circled back around the block.
It was easy to take the bike. He had the spare key, and now he had $5000.00.
Back home he put an ad on Craig’s List.

New Honda CRF250
Less than 100 miles on the odometer

Over the course of the next week Maynard sold the bike three more times.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. ghosts in my room
  2. the cheapest wine
  3. what were we thinking?

 You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!