Harvey.

Dear brethren,

We are gathered here to mourn the loss of a dear friend and comrade who, unfortunately has met an untimely demise.

To say that he would be missed would be putting it lightly. Harvey was the kind of guy who made everyone laugh, he had a heart as large as a train engine. A charm as potent as Frank Sinatra’s voice, smooth enough to lure you to sleep. 

There was no distance Harvey wouldn’t cross to help a friend.

The congregation chorused their agreement.

He made grown men stop in their tracks to appreciate his individuality, his uniqueness, his pizazz.

With eyes as large as an owl, Harvey always looked out for the weak, so it’s a darn shame he got treated this way.

Mangled by a pair of right idiots, who completely oblivious of how a gentle-car operates decided to tinker with him rather than take him to an auto-clinic. Sadly Harvey has been sentenced to life in a museum,never to run free again.

And all the cars honked.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was taken from Pixabay (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

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56 thoughts on “Harvey.

  1. What a sad end for a lovely old ‘man’ like Harvey, That his wonderfully caring engine should have been mangled by ‘a pair of right idiots’ is totally tragic. I hope he enjoys his retirement in the museum and is viewed by lots of admiring visitors. 🙂

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