Into Neutral- A Toy It May Be

On his ninth birthday, Billy received out of sea blue stripped package, a rose red of a car. The enamel shined, its light covered in the smile of a boy too excited to keep from playing. Relatives and friends watched him, his smile from ear to ear rose.

“Can I take it outside, Mommy?” he asked. He was a shot outside before anyone else could say no.

Vrooom Vrooom the little car squeaked, passing through winds far more excitable than most.

From the cutting of his cake and the departure of his guests, Billy played and played. He imagined himself, the driver, a smokin’ rockin’ maniac ready to tear up the road. The lanes of cars drove out of the way to let him pass; nobody messed with Billy and his car, not even…

“

Billy, it’s time to go to bed, sweetie.” “Okay Mom.” He said.

Dreams come and go, but the image Billy drew of himself, the meanest awesomest driver ever, would come to a terrifying turn.

Soon enough. 

Reviews

[Warrior]

I like the onomatopoeia you added in such as vrooom, it's realistic.

[Spencer Barker]

I am glad you like it! Thank you for the review. :)