People have been coming for miles around, all across the state and farther, to a ramshakle used car dealership owned by Floyd Fender. You'll have to park blocks away and wind yourself around broken-down heaps of rusted metal that somewhat resemble curvaceous Forties sedans. Random gleams from what's left of their chrome might catch your eye, but keep on going to the real treat at the lot's center.
The main attraction is this vintage woodie station wagon—in mint condition and worth a good penny—but inside you'll find what all the fuss is about. Crack open any door, but only a smidge so you don't get overwhelmed. Every visitor has a unique experience, and each is mind-boggling. To share a few: some turn away, smiling with their eyes dancing from dazzling sunshine, while others have been clean swept off their feet by coastal gusts, and a few rubbed their noses which tickled with salt spray and heady sunscreen odors. But close the door, and all hear faint strains of Beach Boys tunes. Many line up for second or third go-rounds, singing as they go. Come on down and see what summer fun this car has in store for you.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.*~*~*