The Beginning

Short fiction with a challenge

“Hey, sis, check out my new wheels!” Mike beamed with pride as he waved me over to his shiny blue Chevy Malibu. Mel couldn’t help but notice the rust spots on its hood, scattered like freckles on sun-kissed skin. She ran her fingers over the worn-out paint, feeling the history etched into its metal frame.

“Nice choice, bro. It’s got character.” She couldn't hide her admiration.

Mike’s eyes twinkled with excitement.

“Yeah, it’s got a story to tell, that’s for sure. But you know the best part? The engine. Listen.”

Mike started the car and its engine purred contentedly like a cat. It reminded Mel of summer afternoons with her dad when she heard the sound.

Mike revved the engine, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Hear that power? It’s like a wild beast, ready to take on the world. This car is freedom, Mel!”

Mel watched as he hopped into the driver’s seat, his hand raking through his wavy hair. His eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and adventure as he buckled up.

“Come on, let…