The Mustang Mach 1: A Hundred Word Story
She spotted the 1970 Mustang parked in the driveway.
“Is it yours? she whispered.
“Yes,”
She squealed. She leaned in to touch the white leather seats. “A Mach 1?” she asked with a husky voice.
“Yes,” set off another squeal.
“A 350 Cleveland v8?” she whispered silkily.
“Yes,” was the reply.
“Let’s go for a ride,” she intoned with a hint of romance as she slid her body onto the seat.