Mike rarely dwelt in self-pity but that day was an exception. He stared at the sorry looking state of the car in front of him, blaming the kindness of his heart for ever offering to fix it in the first place.
“Not too bad eh,” a voice roused him from his shock.
Mike took a good look at the, em, “car”. It looked like something dragged out of a fast and furious wreckage and he could have sworn the car was sprouting weeds.
“Nothing a little Mike magic can’t fix,” he smiled back, getting a grip on himself, under the eager and kind eyes of the car owner.
“Here goes nothing,” Mike murmured and began. It took a few days but he did it, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The car owner was so overjoyed with the end result, the words that dropped out of his mouth were, “I cannot wait to see what you’ld do on the other two.”
Mike laughed nervously, hoping the car owner was only joking.
Word count: 171. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by priceless Joy. Thank you very much Mike Vore for providing us with this week’s photo.