Oh dear, this is my second attempt at a story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, the excellent site facilitated by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ . Like the first attempt it was triggered by the photo prompt below, which was kindly provided by C.E.Ayr. Originally I had what I thought was a reasonable story that made sense, but it was slightly too long. It seems that by cutting it down to 100 words, I created confusion. I’m sorry about that. I considered leaving the story untouched or taking it down, but have opted instead to tweak it. This might be classed as cheating, as it’s not really flash fiction any more. However, I forced myself to keep to exactly 100 words, by way of penance. If it’s still unintelligible, please see my reply to Rochelle’s comment.
Thank you for the comments – I’ve learned from them.
Code of the Road (100 words)
Christine studied the Government recycling number. The metal must be from a Chrysler Valiant Charger E48, once legendary in Australia. Now that car was like Christine. Brash, high maintenance and stuck in a body that only attracted unwanted attention. Both had taken different names when they’d moved to America. Rebadging hadn’t helped, though. They’d never fit in.
Christine realized her shoes looked ridiculous. Size 12 but tight.
As a recycled object herself, what would her number be? Shortening Christopher would be ambiguous – they might use “MAN”. The number was obvious – “ZERO”.
She walked away barefoot, wondering who to be tomorrow.