11/26/2015
It was a lovely morning. Minnie happily hopped into the front passenger seat. Her grandpa turned his key to rev up the engine. The car coughed and then came to life; it gave soft purrs, starting to move forward.
The car staggered out of the shrub and drove onto a quiet road. It was moving so lazily and unhurriedly that overtaking it was like shooting fish in a barrel.
When her Grandpa twisted the knob, a cracking sound of old-time favorite music was buzzing from the radio. They basked in the music in their slow-moving car.
Suddenly, a car lurched from the side and nearly hit them. At the eleventh hour, their car managed to swerve to the side and avoid the accident.