This is my response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, and some of you will recognize the characters this week. More about that after the story.
The Great Linguistic Desert
The compact car shuddered to a stop.
“I’ll take a look under the bonnet.”
El stared at her, then laughed. “Wrong bonnet.” He pointed at the smoking front of the vehicle. “You have a jug of water in the boot, right?”
“In the—oh yeah, the trunk.”
“It’s a good thing we don’t have a flat tyre.” El winked at his companion. “We’d spend all afternoon arguing about how to spell it.”
Every week, about 100 writers from around the globe participate in Friday Fictioneers by presenting their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt. Although we usually present our responses in English, occasionally there are a few issues with translation. You may recognize names of my characters. AnElephant is one of our long-time participants who hails from Scotland, and there are a couple lovely ladies from the states with the name “Dawn.” This one’s for all of you. If you haven’t met these other fine bloggers, follow the links within the story and go introduce yourself.