A Forgotten Claim

“Was he any good?” Connie asked, pointing to the sedan perched on the pedestal outside the diner.

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Jon nodded. “Grandfather was a champion stock car driver. That’s the only car he ever raced. A relic, by the time he retired.”

“Then he donated it to his nephew, for his diner.”

“Yes.” Jon smiled, reaching into his pocket. “But there’s one thing grandfather didn’t tell my uncle.”

Connie laughed when she saw Jon pull out a set of keys. “Going for a ride?”

Jon shook his head. “No. I’m going to claim what grandfather left under the floorboards in the trunk.”

Needed a break from the news, and Friday Fictioneers provides a great distraction.


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